Straight Outta Genosha

[Verse 1] Comin’ straight out Genosha, gunpowder, smog, and it’s everywhere Killin’ us, lungs fillin’ up we ain’t never scared Even when we should be Look at these Charlie brown yes men rockin' bobble heads, good grief Baggy clothes rock a black cap backwards In between the thugs and the backpack rap nerds Yeah, we kill it ‘til it’s all the way dead But then what? full moon: maybe it’s a sign But on a tangent, fuck a cosign I built my fanbase the old fashioned way with dope line They ask why I’m so angry Well, my IQ’s in the upper one percent And ignorance is bliss so I’m pissed Stay tryin’ to live, not simply exist Don’t give a shit about your press clips or how hype you are Are you an artist or a bear driving a tiny car? Is it entertainment or revelation? Is it escapism or is it elevation? And of course, you can have both But let’s be honest, you probably don’t And yeah I’m sure you gotta lotta fans That doesn’t mean you ain’t a lotta wack acknowledge that fact, holla back We keep it radioactive that’s right Your soundscan numbers ain’t higher than my half-life [Verse 2] So get fitted for a suit of flame, walkin’ through the rain, shoes ablaze Guante, y’all know the username Y’all know the URL, y’all know who’s to blame Y’all know you can’t be neutral on a movin’ train Put in work, paid dues, paid the cost My one sheet? is two pages long And the world is my headstone Watch me carve this epitaph with the lead I have in my pencil I don’t like rappers based on what liking them says about me as a person I like ‘em for their verses And I’ll buy your CD for its substance Not because so and so said that you were something Everybody’s something, the famous and the faceless And you can find talent anywhere between those places Fuck a placement, your reach is not the same as your impact …it’s funny how many never get that This ain’t a diss to the ones who got the networks But your co-signs’ll never cover your net worth To anyone who has entered an empty venue And still tore it down, god bless you Even if there isn’t one, listen to your callin’ Just don’t listen when they tell you that you’re awesome Take caution Just because the house got a fresh coat of paint don’t mean in ain’t haunted [Verse 3] Oh you got a little buzz, well I don’t give a fuck And as a matter of fact, if you had ALL the fucks I don’t give And lined ‘em up side by side It’d stretch from the earth to the moon over seventeen times That’s a fun fact, fuck a club track gimme a club, a blackjack Or sock full of nickels in my backpack …Chantz rocked the U-lock in the drawstring And that’s a great metaphor for rap, let’s all sing Can it be that it was all so simple then? …probably not And all the kids I came up with are probably shot Probably got locked down by a cowardly cop Hourly jobs are your destiny, struggle is your birthright But look for me on the fifth day at first light And I’m a ride at the head of the cavalry Cut your boss’ head off then head off to Calgary Ottawa, Vancouver, Saskatchewan I’d go to Mexico but I’m afraid of tarantulas Lo siento… but this song doesn’t have a dance So do the runnin’ man, everybody taranta From here to Toronto, whether you love la grasa Or your nickname is flaco You’ve made it this far underground? All right Power up, I ain’t a boss, I’m a boss fight