Fencing music with a sword of Damocle's, postmortems apogee is
Eccentric usage of melliflous tones and recorded masterpieces
Pedantic heeding to details, new mixmasters shun the honorable
Frantically breeding an evil called existence after the iconical
A vision of vivid disaster in the hospital, with music hooked to an IV
With faulty doctors called mainstream: mutants looked at divinely
Suprise me, put dope tracks in a TV box, tie it with a boy scout knot
Before the current abundance of wack destroys our thoughts
Exploit it not? The weak beats walk the bass line graveyard
Most cats say "I write fake lines trynna make mine behave hard"
It's always the same bars, objectify women and toss a curse in
MC's say the wanna save rap not kill it and draw the curtain
But Im certain thats how their murdering the game and its players
So please explain how Hip- Hop has started saying its prayers
Enslaved by the fakers, chewed up and spit our by grillz all around
Labels making faulty attempts to distill the false sound
A village of rabid hounds, devouring the sweet soul of it
This is just a corroding bliss, that will explode to bits
Infecting most the kids, mainstream marches on with the tyranny
How, why when, how, will? it be surviving this: shy chances
So i deny romances with snap music, crunk, and whispers
Lady Mainstream just abusively struk her little sister
Now Hip-Hop is crying in the corner with mother music, whos spanking her
Her dad's gonna beat her, getting hit and abused with flagrant words
And it's the same with many worlds, She is dying and She is fading
She takes upon the heavy task: surviving what we call mainstream
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