Follow The Leader

[Hook] If you can't write, but still you're eager To have a name, and not be any geezer Just sit back, and take a breather Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader And one day, you can pull the lever Get dressed up, act and talk like either Of one of your favourite MC's, that's the procedure Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader [Verse 1] It's simple, these days in the game if you wanna spit You just gotta sit, for a split second infront of six Or so of your favourite MC's and become a mix Of each, get some crunk beats, take a ton of pics It's a simple as that, no need to be legit Why bother when you can talk nonsense and be the shit? Everyone out there just follows the leaders list And this game is an iceburg, you can just see the tip Ten million people wanting to blow like a cannon ball Won't be long till everyone over the whole planet'll Be spitting, till we ain't got nowhere else to cram it all Just aswell this game is nice and mechanical One man leads, the rest are following suit Spoon fed the rules like a baby swallowing soup It doesn't matter if your head's hollow and useless As a city council run by squarreling utes You don't need skill, just gotta master the image No matter where you're from, how less darker your skin is If you're not looking like a G after you're finished Or representing the ends, you'll be faster diminished But if blowing up's your divine ambition Pay attention, shut up, get in line and listen Follow the game's design with fine precision And you too can have the chance to shine and glisten [Hook] If you can't write, but still you're eager To have a name, and not be any geezer Just sit back, and take a breather Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader And one day, you can pull the lever Get dressed up, act and talk like either Of one of your favourite MC's, that's the procedure Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader [Verse 2] So here's the rules, if you wanna be a top spitter And get to the top spots only a lot quicker Copy everyone else, forget if you're not sicker Just talk like you've got straps, women and pop liquor And if that's done, you're almost ready so let's go Last thing, you've just gotta follow the dress code Hang your tracksuits down to your ass, no less though Put on a cap, hoody, trainers and presto You're another manufactured spitting machine No different from any other prick in the scene Try bring something original, you'll shit in your jeans But the industry will love you cos you fit the regime Now, in case you haven't noticed I was being sarcastic when i wrote this The result of following at most is Being another brainless MC who's hopeless That's the reason tracks these days sound like dollops Of shit, i'm just watching while each mind trollops Along, following, but don't mind my bolox Let the game be run by springs and hydraulics Till it's all full, of artificial intelligence Till the game's ancient and missed for it's elegance Long gone the days rap consisted of relevance Till it's truely boring and stripped of it's eloquence [Hook] If you can't write, but still you're eager To have a name, and not be any geezer Just sit back, and take a breather Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader And one day, you can pull the lever Get dressed up, act and talk like either Of one of your favourite MC's, that's the procedure Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader