This rap game is in a dry spell
And every rapper asks the same questions to themselves
"how can I sell?"

I go online to see how the sites feel
They post the %#@! they hate on the most, yet they cry still
Whining all the time

'hip hop is dead these days an I wish it was
And I'm searching for better ways
Like u ain't gotta post a song everyday

A renegade who took sumthin from Jay
Just read a magazine that $#&@ed up my day
How u tell folks who built a buzz on the net

They never was when I checked
Til their pub got a check
Blogs used to be for he who built rhyme clout

Now these labels wanna go the unsigned route
This %#@! is my house
Crook's and Saigon's

These suits seen our vehicle work and they hitched a ride on
(right on) I tell it in rhyme form
Am I wrong?

U bicker while playing this guy's song
I log on and next thing see you (*##$in about
The state of rap

And u blame it on some kids from the south
I admit this %#@!'s in a drought
But how u helpin this out?

U the reason why they feelin the slouch
U keep givin em slots to be fair
That's how I'm out

Now here, I don't care I'm still airing em out
Hear me out now
Feel me, let me talk

Many doubt, there's a cloud hanging all over New York
I know The Source would say I'm next to take off
But I ain't tryin to pay to be on Off The Radar


Hook:
These days all I hear is (!#@* THE RAP GAME)

Everybody wanna cry (!#@* THE RAP GAME)
Everybody wanna scream (!#@* THE RAP GAME)
I'm tired of ya'll saying (!#@* THE RAP GAME)

I Hate this %#@!! (!#@* THE RAP GAME)
Why is this on! (!#@* THE RAP GAME)


Verse 2:
Rock a bye baby
If Pac's alive, save me

How could y'all hate me?
Hip hop's alive, thank me
I don't get a 5 cause I ain't Jay-Z

Plus all these lames sneaking under fake names rate me
Wait, here's the best way to get up in the game
Get a chain then you pay a rapper with a little name

Get some bars and the hook?
$#&@ it, get T-Payne, have him sing anything
That's all the radio is playing

%#@!, do it yourself on Autotune
And you could watch your stock go boom!
Monkey see monkey do

I do me, $#&@ u dudes
oh these spicks comin through? Tuck your jewels!
DJ's will say that you're dope, that's great

But they need a few stacks from you to host your tape
Cuz you hold no weight
Even with your dope rhymes

That don't matter these days dog
You need a co-sign
Gotta go with the times

Ya music don't mean nothing
To get a buzz hit World Star, screen stuntin
E-thuggin, that's why the game is suckin

Damn I thought Obama said change was comin?
Now, what's the main lesson we've learned?
Look kids, cry all you want but you contribute to the bull%#@!

And I know you don't think that I'm wrong
But even after this track you'll still sing that sad song
And you know how that goes'