Trash Rappers

One thing I'll neva do is provide a pre-packaged product for you I'm quality food, so mouth shut, shallow and chew Speaking in tongues. I came to shower people with love like, you're not breathing enough, and that's the reason you suck some cats can't follow me past the first line too deep for the small mind I laugh it up, no matter what's happening, I'm fine just glad to be alive focused, precise, and in total control of my life you ain't nothin but a chump to me, just company property rap I'm watching my back, burn bridges at the drop of a hat ripping mics and living like Jesus for now so if you see me in town, let me sleep on your couch, really am-bivalent about the thought of fans listening and watching my hands scribbling contraband images yes, you are now in tune with the sound of poverty album quality, straight to underground economy you heard about the dirty weapons cause you never witnessed it Imma human television with depth and vivid images what's the gameplan? watch my ego do a faceplant a chan, a god man, used to have a basic cable brainspan. what you got, dude? nothing but a rhyme and a hot loop and a promise you can stop it the second it's not true now you rappers make it hard to believe in your music I hear what you're saying, the problem is I see what you're doing now if I bless the beat, best believe I spoke it honestly because I know you're watching me like the flow was stolen property so from all the love and respect to all the stuff I regret when it's five o clock in the morning and nothing is left no lies and no secrets to hide from those demons cuz we live like dogs and we die for no reason so strip the language away, the games that we play, be creative and brave and drop some knowledge today, with single moms living on some government checks who struggle with debt facing a future that's nothing but stress see, I choose to speak to those who truly need the food and heat losing sleep while their favorite rapper shops for jewlery kids who learned firsthand the truth is useless going to school with bruises and a thousand smooth excuses broken down for those who doubt the pain behind the music like, let's rewind the tape so I can find the frame to prove it