i could show you how easy it is now
if we’re talking real music i live loud
Don’t need to pretend I’m so bad
I used to be the worst
But I got to where I got with just time and hard work
i’ve seen people throw their gifts away like what happened
did n’t even unwrap it
that’s how a rapper stays wack kid
Aiming for the stacks and the mansions
vapid
supposed pioneers too placid
I’m dropping gems like Manson dropped acid
like purolator, my delivery is rapid
if i’m not harsh now, you’ll get murdered later
cracked vertabrae from words with the worser haters
so i’m telling you to step up your game
if you can’t be the best, why are you playing
sure, you want to have fun
but you’re in round one
so don’t spam me with ads for your album
i could break it down – feels like i say it a lot
kids ask if they can make it all the way to the top
get back and get away if you’re not ready
to take what you’ve got and take what you get
and rock it every day that you’ve got
slaving in hot suns making you sweat
not saying you’ve played the game two days and aren’t making it yet
or treating every other kid like you’re facing a threat
i know the score already, i could be placing a bet
you’d be fine if you just cooled off
maybe not, the rhymes you drop are just too soft
and they say that perfect is made from practice
so hey, just work it, and you’ll write classics
the mediocrity is just too much to stop, man
try and make something real, something that’s not canned
cut it out with your loops in garageband
before i have to blow this pop stand
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