Open Source Rap

See anyone can talk about how they tough, get muff, buff and rough
But enough
This aint another cliché. This aint another song cryin on joints about yay
You see I learned from a young age, getting paid aint about the grade
It’s how much shit can you bull, you aint learn that in school
People buy in your image because you know they a fool
But the smartest niggas drop the hammer, use they mind as a tool
If you front you get paid, ever since the early days
Lock into their insecurities, the equivalent of getting keys
All white, buying into hype
It’s what rap has become. Turn a whole nation to a homogenous one
Find out what sells. Rinse, repeat, but be discrete
You got a song about blow, a song about weed
Something about a girl, how you the king of the world
Every other nigga is fake, you the only one with cake
3 tracks for the ladies, 3 for the whip. The rest on some embarrassing filler type shit

See these industry cats are smart
They put out the same shit and know you gonna play your part
Buy the cd, find the two best tracks to bump in the ‘lac
Realize a couple days later this shit is wack
But that don’t matter cause you moved on, heard a brand new song
Jump on the internet, see what everybody’s posting on
What did this dude say, is he really gay? Does that dude really move yay?
But these fans don’t understand, it’s tragic
Don’t buy into this shit, it disappears like jameer from the magic
Fans are the ones with the real power
Too bad they the ones getting wet like a shower
Eating up rumors like bars of good humors
These niggas aint genuine, they not 100%
Making up stories to stay relevant and pay they rent
Album coming out? Start a beef like Kobe and Shaq
Don’t have any lines, so you gotta attack
Album pushed back, you fell off the track
You gotta train like phelps, write till your fingas get welts
I’m learning you cats like this is a class, man
Don’t get exposed with your hands on the glass, fam
Get behind the mic, you uneasy like a speech from the best man