[Verse 1] Now you can call it what it is, but Imma tell you what it aint My genre was never dead, it just was changing with the breaks In critical condition, fans concerned about the state Should they defibrillate cuz the critics guranteed a Dday They put the nail in the coffin and obitutated the page I gave you a lifestyle, they put a toe tag in my place I dont understand the concept of the mindset Of hip hop being dead and how the funeral is preset I aint dead yet been in a form of hiatus But was picked back up, by a generation of babies Separate from the majors, that pimp you and leave you hangin Opinion Im stating, but look at the females and how they portray em, like let him hold you let him touch you there Hold the cheese I cut it and give it to you raw Ya contracept, it wont protect the concemation of my clause That my lauryns and my missys and my lytes is all gone That the formula Im to fit results in looks of ill charm Oh nah, never that conformity is for the lost And impostering is somethin that I rarely came across Cuz a duplicate Im not and I refuse to wear the card Of a joker big or small when this heres my king of hearts Dont put it before my God, you trippin if thats the thought But this gift he gave the world, I wont watch it fall apart Get on my soap box Donnie Mac and take a stand Somebodys gotta do it, and they aint gotta be a man So through the wire, through the pain, through the fire and the flame Gotta make sure Im the same and can still hold you down Since Im around you hear me Im turning down these positions From these chumps that want the real to dissapear to oblivion I aint down with the world I ain of it it isnt mine But that dont stop the way I spit and I deliver every line You dont like me, it dont matter, that aint none of my concern Long as you get the lesson learned, I wont count it to be disturbed No time to perturbed, cuz its honorable at best Opinions turn into hate when you just trying to express The underlying thought of why you thinkin what you think If more people had opinions, we could get a sense of peace Or a sense of honesty, cuz we wrapped up in some lies We dont take the time to think, so we lookin dumb surprised If this a form of influence then why wouldnt I do it Thats like Nike without the check, the whole campaign is ruined Thats like Spike without the Knicks, that line isnt congruent Jus like the method Im using and censoring how I use it Id rather throw it in ya face and get rid of the subliminals Cuz that method is stupid and borderlinss on the criminal Take it or leave it and walk the trail of a Seminole Or shatter ya pride and fall in love with the plentiful My expression is key, and monetizings corrupt You dont wanna make money? I dont do it just cuz So what you saying? Hip hop is the thing you down for Im sayin, Im cleaning up a beautuful polluted art form Where expression has changed to gettin dimes as the norm And these nickels and pennys is now the things we adore Thats counterfeit living, you bouncing checks wit ya writtens Tryna find ya way up, like the career of Miss Givens Low ballin its not, analogies I just spit em Tryna give the normal way we do these things a good riddance Cuz the way thats it goin, these kids be dumber than dumber If we concentrate on pockets and increasing some numbers I hold it down for these yungins, to give em somethin from nothin Before the system corrupts em with the click of a button Hold it down for the ones thats helping dodge all these darts So dont criticize the art, unless you playin ya part made you look comes in
cuz, opinion, ya, dumber, hold