Every Rapper Ever

(альбом: No Guts No Glory - 2021)

If a rapper looks like me, then chances are that I don't wanna hear it
I got tattoos on my face, but I don't mumble lyrics
I hate to judge someone I've never met by their appearance
But these rainbow-hair dummies fucking incoherent
At least I cleaned my act up before I started rapping
Half these artists are still addicts, popping Xanax in they mansions
I ain't comfortable with glorifying pills that I needed
Or romanticizing demons I already defeated
I can't rap about the guns, drugs, booty and gangs
I feel responsible for leading people into they graves
I understand I can't abuse none of the power I'm given
My influence could put a stupid kid into prison

Rappers preach about respect, they only care about they checkbook
Rappers just pretend 'bout giving back and being helpful
They don't care when things they said affect the kid who gets killed
Your music left somebody dead, that's pretty disrespectful

What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up
Now it's "Shoot a gun, fuck a bitch, pop pills"
It was Baby and 2Pac, then Eminem, Snoop Dogg
Now it's lil' idiots and none of them real
What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up
The fans overdose and the rappers get killed
Look stupid on TikTok, get Twitter and shit-talk
All these little idiots and none of them real

Every rapper ever wants a chain and to make mils
Claim they really balling in they videos with fake bills
Every fan on Instagram thinks everything they say's real
These rappers capping, they get paid bills
They either selling you some liquor or they're selling you sex
They're faker than a punch in WWF
They claim they life is great, but I can see it, they stressed
Leaving a crib with security and bulletproof vests
And all the asses in they videos are clever distractions
Keep your eyes on the women and you forget 'bout the rapper
The music fucking trash, but the booties get fatter
And that's a substitute for having any actual talent

Rappers preach about respect, they only care about they checkbook
Music videos are just commercials, get your bread took
Bought the clothes to make us cool, do drugs until we get hooked
Go broke then overdose and die, that's pretty disrespectful

What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up
Now it's "Shoot a gun, fuck a bitch, pop pills"
It was Baby and 2Pac, then Eminem, Snoop Dogg
Now it's lil' idiots and none of them real
What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up
The fans overdose and the rappers get killed
Look stupid on TikTok, get Twitter and shit-talk
All these little idiots and none of them real

Every rapper ever wants a house and a car
They want your money, they don't care 'bout what your messages are
Every rapper ever wants a grill and a chain
They want your money, they don't care if they put you in a grave
The culture we grew up on came from hardship and passion
But now it's like a sideshow attraction
My worst fear is having kids and tryna give 'em an answer
When they ask me "Dad, when I grow up, can I be a rapper?"

What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up
Now it's "Shoot a gun, fuck a bitch, pop pills"
It was Baby and 2Pac, then Eminem, Snoop Dogg
Now it's lil' idiots and none of them real
What happened to hip-hop? Everything switched up
The fans overdose and the rappers get killed
Look stupid on TikTok, get Twitter and shit-talk
All these little idiots and none of them real