Like a mass of dough folding into myself
I fall down into the pit and then rise back up anew
What's happening
Fastening ready up
Rapping is underway
Play-dough it's time for the flattening
ATP got a place to be
So I'll keep it brisk
It's a gift to get free
Dumb as a slum-ridden skunk
The funk is my filter to kilter
My fire jump-start your rump
Had an ear for the tunes from the start
Recently obtained the skills to be a fat part
Hop off the parrots don't care if they're loud
Hip bump the chumps planted in the crowd
It's a mass of makers takers of loops
But the plants don't worry 'bout jumping the hoops
You can tell with half of these cookie cut
Lacking passion and heart they don't give a single fuck
Predatory entitled scum they spit in the case
As they pass the bums
I miss real Hip-hop
Boots and cats
Now the rats pretend like they're spitting facts
Max out your credit with a brand new chain
Grow out wigs of mane where you should have a brain
I miss boombap and punctual rap
Can't even understand all this brand new crap
Asuma-luh-dooma-luh ring-ding-ding
Sick of the mumbling they don't say anything
Ring on a phone they're paid to flash
Cash advance as the numbers rapidly dash
Disstracks and hatred and yells and lies
Complain bout complaints most obnoxious cries
He said she said hearsay cold bed
Cold bred goons getting fatter too
Heads down in a gown all the cattle live
Spray paint our depression with coats of adhesive