Hip-Hop's Unknown

[Hook: Mack Mirage] Hip Hop's unknown Yet we're spittin' content (NAH) No pop shit bruh it's all nonsense So many rappers front Backhands is what they get Put your stock in manure Mad when your return is shit [Repeat x1] [Verse 1: Mack Mirage] Median for Pun Who channels content..all you gotta do, homie Is Press Play I'll post the Lyrics to your newsfeed But never any gossip, bullshit Or hater hearsay, Grym! I know they're checking our shit Want these mic's to stop Functioning So we can quit Most of all cease and desist from blatantly wrecking shit / No regard, only disregard Like lacking faith in our talent Which means they have (even) less in God / OH MY GOSH!! But it ain't Busta Bust It's Mack at the range letting his hammer bust (blaccow, blaccow) That's all you hear When I grab the Mic killin' shit Unknown, not like the next hype type Fuck rappers who couldn't hold the jock strap Of MC LYTE I don't feel for you Poor Georgie's Me and my team taking turns running train Through this game, like an orgy.. [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Da Grym Reefer] Do I have to sell out Just to sell records? Fake it 'till I make it Just to have a presence? Wild out like Waka Flocka And talk reckless Already be a millionaire for you even care Hire chicks to shake their derriere For you to Stare at my videos Rap about pimpin' hoes In each and every flow Talk about getting dough Talk about smoking dro' How you got less and I got mo' I say enough of that I don't even fuck with that As a matter of fact Using auto-tune on every track is fucking whack Call me a nut-case I call you a nut sack I don't do the skinny jeans Or Jerk or sing on tracks Or trap Music cause it's useless Unless I'm trying to build a case against myself Which is stupid But so many rappers do it Cause y'all be grooving to it They say they're making money But to me you're just influenced [Hook x2] [verse 3: Da Grym Reefer] Fuck the mainstream Don't compare me to none of these bitches The "Stop Snitching" shit switched To supporting the snitches The game raised me up to watch snitches lay in the ditches Y'all fucked the game up Nowadays snitches get riches I came up in the era where niggas got checked You from the era where these niggas can buy their respect Fuck how good you can spit it If you didn't live it You're just an MC Gusto That happens to have lyrics [Verse 4: Mack Mirage] But Grym really They don't have any lyrics The shit you hear'em spittin' came via Ghost Writer spirit Mainstream fans are too brainwashed to hear it What makes its worse they're afraid of change mane.. Don't want these fools being exposed for frauds Well its a good thing Mr. Mirage ain't fooled by facades I predict their downfall and demise, How you ask? The bars in my notepad read like tarot cards.. [Hook x2]