Rap Game

hate to break it to you, but rap is dying.

The founders are rolling over their graves, isn't that horrifying?

How could you possibly think your music is satisfying.

Oh, I know, cause while you kill rap, your high flying!

--

Your killing the genre and replacing it,

While these unknowing fans just keep chasing it,

Sorry but I refuse to embrace any of this.

Rap is now a memorial and your defacing it.

--

It's honestly embarrassing that you think you have skill,

Man I could roast everyone here, just give me a grill,

And I'll knock you all out like Benadryl.

Just for the thrill, I'll fulfill your will,

And kill your dreams of you being real.

And write out the obituary with ink and quill.

Cause I'm going old school, like uncle Phil.

--

You stole the radio from the talented rappers, that's theft.

My middle school free styles were better than your best!

And your just obsessed with keeping the game suppressed.

And as many you have guessed, there's only a handful of real rappers left.

Shout out to M-G-K, and N-F.

Radio music is making us upset.

--

All you need is a hard beat, it's like you don't even need a heartbeat.

Cause the rappers all sound like their dead meat.

Half of them you don't even understand what they mean.

But these people still keep their songs playing on repeat!

Wait let me retreat, put my skills in the microwave and reheat,

We refuse to accept defeat, do you feel me?

--

Okay, get this...

I'm not coming into this game empty handed,

And iv already landed, and expanded more then your brand did,

And I'll leave you stranded and reprimanded, down to your grand-kids.

I want real rap back, yeah I just demanded,

And if you don't comply I'll take it back single handed.

--

See the future of rap is looking bleak,

Your slowly murdering it, it's getting weak.

The worst part is, your replacing it's physique,

All of you "rappers" are so far from being unique,

Your all repetitive while you lack skill and technique.