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Chattering stops as my pen clicks, this bomb’s run out of ticks
I’m flashin’ headlights that cut through the mist
Better whip out your camera quick
‘Cause my attitude’s bout t’ be unleashed swift
All my words gonna hit you like a kick, the pain’s gonna stick
Truth is, you rappers ain’t got no story
You just writing fake rhymes, tryin’ t’ create your own glory
‘Cause you wanna be seen, you wanna be heard
Eventually claim your name, infamous rap fame, like you passed ‘em in the fast lane
You can say you conquered the rap scene, you cut it clean right down the seam
Collecting your own following, some brainwashed-by-rap-teens
In reality, probably livin’ a tragedy, so you’re faking lyrical mastery

All y’all rappers are really just kidnappers
That snatched up my rap game and pissed on its name
I’m tired of listening to all y’all posers complain, you all sound the same
With music like this, your careers went before they came
You yak about hood life, but can’t fill my shoes
Every one of your songs is like knockoff CNN, it’s fake news
Rappin’ about a crew, the fake one the whole town never knew
Talking like you know me, but you don’t have a clue

Every dream you ever dreamed for, hating growing up poor, all you wanted was more
Now you just want a better life for
Your family, gotta protect ‘em from that insanity
So take out all of that frustration for your whole duration
On the mic, use it as your motivation and spit sensations as you tour different nations
Get those wheels turnin’ and that fire ignites
In front of these kids, gotta light up their lives, train ‘em to drop those guns and knives
Every wish you ever wished so close to your hands
Floating over the stands, your music drowned out by your fans
See, rap can be like fire, if you use it to inspire it will quickly spread
And your messages will get to the world’s head, leaving opponents braindead
Then you’ll be admired and those flames will burn higher
Torching all these criers, whiners, and liars, deflating their egos like tires

All y’all rappers are really just kidnappers
That snatched up my rap game and pissed on its name
I’m tired of listening to all y’all posers complain, you all sound the same
With music like this, your careers went before they came
You yak about hood life, but you can’t fill my shoes
Every one of your songs is like knockoff CNN, it’s some fake news
Rappin’ about a crew, the fake one the whole town never knew
Talking like you know me, but you don’t have a clue

My raps are only lessons, they’re meant to leave a lasting impression
Bout t’ face all of these charges they pressin’ when I end every rap session
They just talk about themselves, they don’t even mention
Their rap idols, the lyrical legends that created this profession
Now I’m gonna pull y’all outta the closet like a confession
‘Cause my songs are strong, it’s like they’re on roids, playin’ with y’all like toys
They’ll leave your weak asses with no choice but to hear my voice, even over this noise
Sick of hearing rappers actin’ hard, like they woke up one day and played the gangster card
Spitting like that ain’t gonna get you far ‘cause you ain’t close to par even if we lower the bar
You probably ain’t up to this, so maybe you should quit talking that s***
We laugh ‘cause you drool every time you spit

All y’all rappers are really just kidnappers
That snatched up my rap game and pissed on its name
I’m tired of listening to all y’all posers complain, you all sound the same
With music like this, your careers went before they came
You yak about hood life, but you can’t fill my shoes
Every one of your songs is like knockoff CNN, it’s some fake news
Rappin’ about a crew, the fake one the whole town never knew
Talking like you know me, but you don’t have a clue

The problem with your music is that you don’t know how to use it
You gotta reveal a fact before you prove it
So dig an issue up like a bomb and diffuse it
And if you can’t sit on the throne you better move it
Anyone who doubted me, I hope you’re listening
Sitting by the radio with your tears glistening
Reminiscing ‘bout how I even did this
Even when you talked, crap, dissed and hated on my raps
You were just jealous that I could state the facts, what the hell’s the matter with that?
No you can’t apologize, sick of your lies, it’s too late to take it back, I won’t give you no slack
Maybe you shoulda considered this before you talked that smack

All y’all rappers are really just kidnappers
That snatched up my rap game and pissed on its name
I’m tired of listening to all y’all posers complain, you all sound the same
With music like this, your careers went before they came
You yak about hood life, but you can’t fill my shoes
Every one of your songs is like knockoff CNN, it’s some fake news
Rappin’ about a crew, the fake one the whole town never knew
Talking like you know me, but you don’t have a clue






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eshaansomanThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 12 at 6:32 pm
Awesome poem! Unapologetic truth about society. What was your inspiration?
 
Peanley replied...
Mar. 12 at 10:04 pm
I was watching the Boondock Saints on Comedy Central... There was an episode where they met their favorite rapper, who revealed that he rapped about being 'hard,' but he's never even held a gun or called women disrespectful names, etc. It got me thinking about fake people today, and that got my wheels turning.
 
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