Verse 1
Music has dissapeared like smoke in a mirror,
Cats like Soulja Boy confirm our worst fears,
All that we hold dear to rap is obliterated,
Fake fame and forgettable names that never made it,
Walking all tough like your sleeves are full of Aces,
You ain't got a grill in your mouth, just brass braces,
It's like my cuz said, you got nothing to lose,
To change the rap game when you're feeling the blues,
Put a pencil to the paper and write out a rap,
Spit fluently like a massive attack,
Comments
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yo this was short...but SICKKKKK!!!
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Don't worry, homie, I'll be adding a hell of a lot more.
MMFCL4L
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