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Predictable Rhymes

I'm sick to death of predictable rhymes Such as I should be a drug dealer because I provide dope lines I love you It's true I don't know what to do Left her on read, now she's feeling blue I'm tired of it all I'm trying to raise my pen game to make up for where others fall I'm just trying to Optimise I stay to myself because problems arise Once you start to get obsessed with dollar signs My pen aims in all directions and I won't apologise I don't care who gets hit or who's offended Stop being so sensitive, I don't need friendships I'm Nas and Rakim blended Kids these days can't even quote a Big Daddy Kane line But they keep up with the Kardashians Most of these celebrities got famous by accident When I listen to a Young Thug song my Brain declines It refuses to listen to the nonsense I'm sick of today's challenges and who can be the wackest contests I miss when music had meaning and was complex Nas, Tupac, Big Pun, Jay-Z, different flows and rhyme schemes Now on YouTube being an idiot is how you find dreams Am I supposed to be impressed by 10 Diamond chains? I'm not impressed by who's flying first class, I respect who designed the plane These days it seems that every mind's the same Your favourite singer doesn't even write their own songs Beyonce, Rihanna, and more, but you just go along You don't care about the words, if there's a catchy hook and beat I'd rather inspire those who look to me Even if it's just one person I inspire The same way Eminem got me through my hard times At least my art's mine And I write about what I desire I flip the script and write my own I may not be a king yet, but I'll fight for the throne They'll say I'm being disrespectful, which is fine I'm only saying that I'm tired of celebrities and predictable rhymes

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