I'm Tired Of It

I'm tired of it, tired of it, tired of it,

I'm tired of it, tired of it, tired of it,

I'm tired of it, tired of it, tired of it,

 

I'm tired of all the rappers in the game, sounding the same, sounding so lame,

And yet proclaim, that they're the latest and greatest, to take the stage,

Feeling themselves, like they're all the rage, and honestly they could be great,

And wait, to unleash their potential, they could each be, monumental,

But they jump straight into battles, now that could be, consequential,

Considering they post written raps, without, instrumentals,

Because they lack, fundamentals, which are, essential, to poetic, mastery,

Without them, rhymes become, catastrophes,

They all want to make a, masterpiece, they've all made a masterpiece of shit,

Coming out their mouths, because their rhymes, stink, they can't freestyle,

Because their minds, sink, into a tunnel of, repetition, they want to spit fire,

But can't find the, ignition, I have a sinking, suspicion, your probably, thirteen,

Just hurting, for attention, well did I, mention, that suicide, can coincide,

With you being on the, news, and getting rid of your, blues, you won't be alone,

Your family is all with, you, blowing into, tissues, you'll be buried,

Death really isn't scary, it takes care of your living, issues,

When I slide you a loaded a gun, that's my queue, to dismiss you,

My rhymes are murderous, but I won't pull the trigger,

You can kill yourself, its below me too, you stupid nigger,

I slide the gun to you, look at your knees, and watch you quiver,

 

I'm tired of it, tired of it, tired of it,

I'm tired of it, tired of it, tired of it,

I'm tired of it, tired of it, tired of it, *bang*