Phony Virtuoso

Now time to be critical

You're over analytical

Almost too hypocritical

You try to spit and you fall

 

You think you're witty and 'lyrical'

Some poetical 'miracle'

You ain't no rap 'individual'

Musical change is integral

 

We hear your stuff we're all listening

It's no secret it's pre-written

On some paper that's hidden

In your pocket you're checking it

Once or twice every sentence,

Borrowed your mum's window seven

To write it, spell check and print it

Run out of ink, it's all tinted

 

Now saying you're gifted, for instance

All good and well till requested

To show allegedly brilliant skill

Destroying existence of rap itself

Not convincing

Now it's time for admittance

Do you really envision overthrowing the system?

He hasn't done his revision

Been copying what's off the television

No ammunition? Call yourself competition?

This self congratulation it ain't soul rhythm driven

It's purely a fame seeking vision

I think you need some assistance

 

Oh Mr Big It Up

You're out of luck again

The King of Spades

Is rattling on his chains

 

Water ain't no champagne

No matter how much you claim

Man I thought I'd escaped

This whole my-dad-would-win game

 

Signing off on a quire

Practically billionaire

Blowing heads off with your fire

"Umpire, we need a ceasefire!"

 

Everyone hail the Invictus one

Distinguished for quickness oh,

No, this is suspicious now

What, a cheat sheet?- he's tricked us all!

 

A 'cypher' to him means as much as a cipher

He don't know who Tupac or B.I.G were either

"Is NWA some sort of finance advisor?"

Let's call it a year folks, this guy's none the wiser

 

Calling for Benjamins, beast rims

Bigging up methamphetamine, mentioning

Buzz of adrenaline when you "disrupted the regime"

I'm gonna tell you it genuine

Oh Mr "King of Rebellion"

Ain't a case of opinion, simply an evident given

Whilst you're informing the masses

Of your weapon possession

Mind if I chip in and tell 'em you're a butterknife felon?

It doesn't alter perception

So quit the deception

Abandon all the pretension

Have you got music direction?

Refine your words to perfection?

No? Well then you ain't no exception

 

Oh Mr Big It Up

You're out of luck again

The King of Spades

Is rattling on his chains

 

If you aren't real - and you don't feel what you write

In it for the name

Get the hell out this game