Sicilian Spit
09-21-07, 08:38 PM
I'm tired of all these rappers summarizin' why they hot
Talkin bout the ties they got and glamorize it when they shot
Hammertime was even art compared to sh*t today
The god Rakim must be havin' fits today
The hits they play that top the charts is all whack
Beefin' rappers need to stop throwin' darts and fall back
It's an art, it ain't crack to be hustled and pushed
I need to hear some deeper sh*t when I'm puffin the kush
Give me some insight, allegory, even a metaphor
Lead'll pour out the strap, but why is he wetted for?
He netted more b*tches than the man on the trigger
While you sweatin' whores I'm plottin' and my plan gettin' bigger
Can't stand all these figures cuz they devalue the craft
Rap's up a creek, you'd think that they would value a raft
That's exactly what I'm talkin' bout, but rappers can't hear it
Otherwise they'd realize their vehicle is their lyrics
I love rap but I hate these rappers
But lyrics aint criticized we only rate the slappers
Now its time to reclaim it, rhyme let's re-aim it
Write a writ to only spit sublime and never lame sh*t
Cats who ain't even signed only rap about possessions
Gold teeth but underneath deep-seeded confessions
In deep need of some lessons, rap is not ice
Rap's about cats hittin' stage to rock mics
These cats is not nice, in fact they mean
Talkin' bout gettin' rich off pushin' crack to fiends
I'll crack ya spleen, make ya ass leak internally
We gotta change the scene before it's bleak eternally
Freak eternally, cuz I'm nasty wit a pen
Seek to learn from me cuz I've mastered how to blend
My swagger and rhyme skills in an artistic form
My lyrics pack punch, they get a fist to form
Ballistic from these dudes who write rhymes for clubs
Only rap about drugs, dancin', dimes, and dubs
You better line it up and head back from where you came
Cuz my fury is real and might spark a hurricane
Talkin bout the ties they got and glamorize it when they shot
Hammertime was even art compared to sh*t today
The god Rakim must be havin' fits today
The hits they play that top the charts is all whack
Beefin' rappers need to stop throwin' darts and fall back
It's an art, it ain't crack to be hustled and pushed
I need to hear some deeper sh*t when I'm puffin the kush
Give me some insight, allegory, even a metaphor
Lead'll pour out the strap, but why is he wetted for?
He netted more b*tches than the man on the trigger
While you sweatin' whores I'm plottin' and my plan gettin' bigger
Can't stand all these figures cuz they devalue the craft
Rap's up a creek, you'd think that they would value a raft
That's exactly what I'm talkin' bout, but rappers can't hear it
Otherwise they'd realize their vehicle is their lyrics
I love rap but I hate these rappers
But lyrics aint criticized we only rate the slappers
Now its time to reclaim it, rhyme let's re-aim it
Write a writ to only spit sublime and never lame sh*t
Cats who ain't even signed only rap about possessions
Gold teeth but underneath deep-seeded confessions
In deep need of some lessons, rap is not ice
Rap's about cats hittin' stage to rock mics
These cats is not nice, in fact they mean
Talkin' bout gettin' rich off pushin' crack to fiends
I'll crack ya spleen, make ya ass leak internally
We gotta change the scene before it's bleak eternally
Freak eternally, cuz I'm nasty wit a pen
Seek to learn from me cuz I've mastered how to blend
My swagger and rhyme skills in an artistic form
My lyrics pack punch, they get a fist to form
Ballistic from these dudes who write rhymes for clubs
Only rap about drugs, dancin', dimes, and dubs
You better line it up and head back from where you came
Cuz my fury is real and might spark a hurricane