Generic Ish

[Sicilian Spit]

Why all you ever talk about is sellin' crack?
I bought ya album now I wanna sell it back
Broaden ya perspective, take on a new directive
I'm the rap detective as a matter of fact
Attack generic rappers place 'em under arrest
I'm free from their defense because I'm under a vest
Me I'm one of the best, I send thunder to chest
In the form of rhymes cuz I ain't under the rest
It's best to shun violence unless its in a metaphor
What would I wanna picture dudes gettin wetted for?
Look what your headed fror, trapped in the vision
Of a white executive might as well be trapped in a prison
All that these rappers envision is the money and hoes
Got the crowd goin wild for goin dummy at shows
You lookin funny in clothes thats kinda funny it shows
That you're whack on the mic but me I'm cunning wit foes
Talkin bout runnin the O's, but you aint got no skills
Them dudes in marketin just think your music appeals
To a braindead crowd thats why they offerin deals
But ya lyrics so slow its like you writin wit quills
I'm so excitin it thrills many to read my rhymes
See me hit the stage, the crowd impede's my mind's
Tendency to think about the need for times
Of world peace, cuz for now you know I need my dimes
Heed the chime of the bell, ya hour has come
Got clout but rap only brings power to some
The truly powerful still lookin at you sour and dumb
Speak the truth, wut the f*ck these rappers cowerin from?
Me I'm devourin sons, so when I choose to retire
I'll lighten up on my stranglehold, loosen the wire
But until then be fearful cuz my music is fire
And if you wanna learn my secret skills then you can inquire