Hip-Hop Is Dead

If I got to dumb down my style and ABC it
Then so be it
'Cause rappers nowerdays, jeez
Don't give a shit about lyrics
All they want to hear is a beat, and that's it
Long as they can go to the club, and get blitz
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
Produce a dope beat, and release the shit
When they perform on tour, with the bling bling on
They don't a know a word to a verse on the song
All they can rap is the fucking chorus
'Cause the chorus repeats the same words for us
My skin's porous, I've soaked enough of the shit
Time to show these fake rappers, a number one hit

If the empha-sis on the compact d-isc isn't the beat
Then I'm going to feature on that shit, and get rich
Take the lead vocals, like a player on the pitch
'Cause rap's dead, someone turned off the switch
What makes me mad, is the bling bling flow
All these rappers care about is drivin' a Range Ro
Producing albums, then filming a fucking show
For real, these rappers only care about makin' the dough
Partying till the dawn, and bringing home some hoes
Knowing you're world renowned all around the globe