01/07/2022 Click here for Spotify or Apple Music. This is my sixth official release and goes hard. This song is told as a response to rappers dying from drugs. It delivers a message to not pop pills. It’s a hardcore, exciting, and angry mood. This is more of a commentary about the state of hip-hop.
The beat is from Tantubeats.com. The track was professionally produced, tracked, mixed, and mastered by David James of Forest Hills Audio. You can stream or download the track wherever music is sold. Be sure to follow because new music is released the first Friday of every month.
Lyrics:
Don’t you mistake my kindness for weakness
When I get it pop’n it’s a topic of a thesis
I write nonfiction unlike depicting Jesus
- I could give a fuck, like the subject of a Grievance
come from a small mid-town in Michigan
I don’t really care if I ever get um listen’n
I do this for the love and say my peace
-If you dare clap back I might make you grieve
Please don’t come at me with your fake ass delivery
Please don’t come at me like we in the same league
Please don’t get it twisted when I ain’t into leaning
Please don’t take me with you all about your inner feeling
Look I said please I’m nice with mine
-While the rest of hip-hop is consumed with vice
into the thrill of pills and abusing women
,But, that’s when real men refuse to listen
You see’n how i I rap this, tell me, Who’s hip-hop
You see’n how they grasp it, tell me, who’s hip-hop
You feel me on delivery, tell me, who’s hip-hop
You feel me like a real g, tell me, who’s hip-hop x2
Imagine for a minute, people listen and they get it
That their favorite rapper a detractor and factored as a gimmick
-The culture got a sickness, still negative with disses
No zeal with appeal and feel just to Fix it-
future over here with percesets and his mask off
Next thing you know we’ll popularize smoking bath salts.
Tell me who responsible if hip-hop isnt’ at fault
It’s a lifestyle, wait and watch the Stats fall
Another rapper dead from the GUNS and the pills. are you
not entertained, is my aim too real
Grow’n men teach’n vice the sub culture thrills
- fuck hip-hop cuz the culture kills
You see’n how i I rap this, tell me, Who’s hip-hop
You see’n how they grasp it, tell me, who’s hip-hop
You feel me on delivery, tell me, who’s hip-hop
You feel me like a real g, tell me, who’s hip-hop x2
Tell me who the gimmick, who ill, and who the lyricist
Call me public enemy with a tendency to kill this shit
Diligent, and exorbitantly fly
Power to people and let the corporation die
America the oligarchy
Where it’s just a nonstop party
When I get on top and charting
I’mma show how art is harming
That this life is more than the money
Find what right, and Fight for something
rather die a lion than live with the sheep
You don’t wanna problem, Just let me be
Got sober irreverent, cold flow intelligence.
knowledge on the severance til it become’n prevalent
Now what the fuck did I just say
Let me re-verbalize the words of mine and put it this way
For aspiring rappers, don’t be a Statistic
Don’t pop pills, stay real, and kill it
You see’n how I rap this, tell me, Who’s hip-hop
You see’n how they grasp it, tell me, who’s hip-hop
You feel me on delivery, tell me, who’s hip-hop
You feel me like a real g, tell me, who’s hip-hop x3