Now when it comes to these rap tracks, my ears are always open To spitting theyre calling dope, and I listen to what theyre holding And hoping that something new will make its way to the waves Maybe coping with the true instead of labeling slaves But lately, its kinda broken, the radio got me choking Cause the poison in the air is deliberately getting potent So throw me an ibuprofen, I aint feeling the same But Ill let the lyrics hold em while Im healing the game If you dealing the cane, people say you on the tip top If that aint the play, respect is given if you get shot Ill tell you how I feel like I was smashing on the hiptop Nowadays style equal slash equal hiphop Word... More like a pit stop converting the feeble Into the foolishness today thats steady hurting the people But if I give you something poppy, then youll fall to my bozac And every single copy in the industry knows that The music that theyre playing shows that, you can hold back The fire and get famous if your lyrics and your flows wack Never will you get your soul back, you done sold that To get yourself a pictureperfect moment la kodak Been told that I shouldnt obliterate rappers For getting away with garbage cause its considered a slapper But me, B M A G, Im ready to come and do that So listen to the lyrics and notice Im gonna prove that Once the pen hits the pad, its danger
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