Garbage Rap
Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:13 am
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[Verse 1]
I’m the franchise, fuck a Houston Rocket
They use my music, and try to screw & chop it
Then put it on they album, to boost they profits
And have the usual youthful consumers cop it
It’s extortion of rap, Jesus! Make the track sound like a
Four year old mixed it, and make a fortune off that… Genius!
But the DJ’s sellin’ it, all for they benefit
When 90 percent of it, is garbage artists who rap for the hell of it
Try writing somethin’ intelligent
Or take the track you’re rhymin’ to, back to ’92, where it’s relevant
It’s all repetitive, but take it from Mike Jonnnes!
Say your name enough, and you just might blow
Is this what I have to do, to get five mics?
Rap whack as fuck, and say the last line twice? (I said!)
Is this what I have to do, to get five mics?
Rap whack as fuck, and say the last line twice?
[Chorus]
It's Garbage rap, I wish we could start from scratch
And mark the tracks, of Hip Hop, until the Bronx is back
Cause it's garbage rap, I didn't play a part in that
Because I honored rap, and paid homage to where it started at
But this is garbage rap, I'm bout to have a heart attack
If I hear one more artist crap on what I've worked my hardest at
That shit is garbage rap, I can't believe the labels market that
Yeah, you have a catchy dance, but your song is whack
[Verse 2]
I’m sick of hearing garbage tracks, and retarded artists that
Recite nursery rhymes over a beat, and call it rap
But it's too late, these fruit cake's are rockin' Versace pants
Spittin' garbage shit, and market it with some retarded dance
Somehow, Hip Hop turned into Kids Bop
It's pop, when some bitch can make a song about lip gloss
So it's only right I get pissed off, when I hear Rick Ross
Spit soft, then front like he a big boss
Get lost! You faggots make me sick to my stomach
I'll rip any hit that you come with, before it gets to the public
These rappers have no nut sack, and won't bust back
They wanna cop a plea, to try and stop the beef, FUCK THAT!
Artists will always bring drama into it, that's part of it stupid
Hip Hop is the most competitive genre of music
I'm gonna lose it as soon as you touch the mic again
Just throw away your songs, where they belong, in the recycle bin!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You been rappin’ like a petrified child, ever since you started
And aint elevated your rhyme style, since kindergarten
Your shit's retarded, I can't believe you spit that garbage
Then got the guts, to pop some junk, and say you hit the hardest
It gets me nauseous, to see 'em spit on the game
And rely on gimmicks to gain, 15 minutes of fame
The shit is insane, when you think of it
There's faggot rappers on TV, wearing pink minks and shit
How can you stand certain fruity baton
Twirlin’ Fag's verses, about man purses, and Louis Vuitton?
Flay Minion, and grey poupon?
Might as well bake some cookies with an apron on
I may be wrong, but you been acting gay so long
Your dick fell off, you picked it up and taped it on
I'm hard hittin'! You know you're whack, when the best part
Of your track, is the first 20 seconds before you start spittin'
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
It's garbage rap, where you get that contract?
Dairy Queen start a rap label? You're beyond whack
It's garbage rap, I don't know where you got ya style from
Because I never heard Vanilla Ice's first album
It's garbage rap, you went from rags to riches
But your entire fan base consists of fags and bitches
It's garbage rap, it's all hype and propaganda
You the type to pose in tights, for the paparazzi's camera
[Verse 1]
I’m the franchise, fuck a Houston Rocket
They use my music, and try to screw & chop it
Then put it on they album, to boost they profits
And have the usual youthful consumers cop it
It’s extortion of rap, Jesus! Make the track sound like a
Four year old mixed it, and make a fortune off that… Genius!
But the DJ’s sellin’ it, all for they benefit
When 90 percent of it, is garbage artists who rap for the hell of it
Try writing somethin’ intelligent
Or take the track you’re rhymin’ to, back to ’92, where it’s relevant
It’s all repetitive, but take it from Mike Jonnnes!
Say your name enough, and you just might blow
Is this what I have to do, to get five mics?
Rap whack as fuck, and say the last line twice? (I said!)
Is this what I have to do, to get five mics?
Rap whack as fuck, and say the last line twice?
[Chorus]
It's Garbage rap, I wish we could start from scratch
And mark the tracks, of Hip Hop, until the Bronx is back
Cause it's garbage rap, I didn't play a part in that
Because I honored rap, and paid homage to where it started at
But this is garbage rap, I'm bout to have a heart attack
If I hear one more artist crap on what I've worked my hardest at
That shit is garbage rap, I can't believe the labels market that
Yeah, you have a catchy dance, but your song is whack
[Verse 2]
I’m sick of hearing garbage tracks, and retarded artists that
Recite nursery rhymes over a beat, and call it rap
But it's too late, these fruit cake's are rockin' Versace pants
Spittin' garbage shit, and market it with some retarded dance
Somehow, Hip Hop turned into Kids Bop
It's pop, when some bitch can make a song about lip gloss
So it's only right I get pissed off, when I hear Rick Ross
Spit soft, then front like he a big boss
Get lost! You faggots make me sick to my stomach
I'll rip any hit that you come with, before it gets to the public
These rappers have no nut sack, and won't bust back
They wanna cop a plea, to try and stop the beef, FUCK THAT!
Artists will always bring drama into it, that's part of it stupid
Hip Hop is the most competitive genre of music
I'm gonna lose it as soon as you touch the mic again
Just throw away your songs, where they belong, in the recycle bin!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You been rappin’ like a petrified child, ever since you started
And aint elevated your rhyme style, since kindergarten
Your shit's retarded, I can't believe you spit that garbage
Then got the guts, to pop some junk, and say you hit the hardest
It gets me nauseous, to see 'em spit on the game
And rely on gimmicks to gain, 15 minutes of fame
The shit is insane, when you think of it
There's faggot rappers on TV, wearing pink minks and shit
How can you stand certain fruity baton
Twirlin’ Fag's verses, about man purses, and Louis Vuitton?
Flay Minion, and grey poupon?
Might as well bake some cookies with an apron on
I may be wrong, but you been acting gay so long
Your dick fell off, you picked it up and taped it on
I'm hard hittin'! You know you're whack, when the best part
Of your track, is the first 20 seconds before you start spittin'
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
It's garbage rap, where you get that contract?
Dairy Queen start a rap label? You're beyond whack
It's garbage rap, I don't know where you got ya style from
Because I never heard Vanilla Ice's first album
It's garbage rap, you went from rags to riches
But your entire fan base consists of fags and bitches
It's garbage rap, it's all hype and propaganda
You the type to pose in tights, for the paparazzi's camera