It's Nothing

[Verse 1: Dekstra Large] Yo, sugar sweetness for the inner-city naives Sex, drugs and murders for the sinners and fiends Mainstream trifles for the ones in between If I left you out, you'd probably know what I mean They put stupid motherfuckers on radio and scream And kids don't know what to make of what they receive So teens grow up to be cunts and assholes That get fucked cause of their hunger for cash flow Mass-produced consumers (control, copy) If you hear this and turn to deaf ear it won't shock me Companies and investers know If you believe they're humanitarian the rest is sold Bless your soul you gullible little idiot Our product is made to make a profit you silly bitch Rappers quote for just whatever little they have Petty percentages, all they giving them back [Hook] It's nothing, nothing, nothing (Oh shit) All the time, everyday (Running through my mind, that's how I kick it) [Verse 2: Dekstra Large] So many lives destroyed as we make huge strive for yours As long as mine (?) Stylish toys and material values I'm deployed on a mission to ask you to stop and think Get some oxygen, lots of it You know it doesn't hurt to show private ends But these cowards ain't got no confidence So fuck correctness, Deks get raw Strangle politricks in their bed, rest assured Put the president in the booth and press record You will hear the truth and a confession, Lord I guess it's wrong to be making threats But they full fledged theirs and don't make amends Don't take offence like it's personal Or put yourself out of the equation and work it through [Hook] [Verse 3: Palabras] It's nothing, nonetheless life's a bitch And it's fucking with my head, concussion Rushing to the meds For flushing out some more Russian (?) call it lead Busting for dead, Russian roulette, cousin Steady cussin' like I don't give a flaming fuck If I don't like how you sound like, I'mma say you suck If shit's tight and just aight, might get your props But bring a knife to a sword fight, might get you chopped Best be razor sharp at all costs Brother, can't afford any more loss Sister, if you don't know what you're going for Brother, and you find yourself on all fours Sister, it all boils down to what you make of it Be the own boss now, fuck the later shit If you make a mistake, you gotta pay for it It's a celebration, bitches, take a sip [Hook]