Bars

[Verse] I hate your kind, you make the rest of us look bad One day you're gonna leave and I hope you don't look back Your main aim is to sell out and just take payments Making vague statements, so do's a favour and stay vacant Spitting bars is for the lovers of art But you're only making music, just to reap in the cash You can't be classed as the best if diny work hard Step against a lyricist I'll rip you apart Lets me past, your crap's blocking my spot light You're struggling to make moves like you were hog tied I ain't joking, mate, I take the music serious You're only making music, just to brag to people hearing it And that ain't cool to anybody who is relevant They see you as a faker with a verse that's verbal excrement You're quite shit, but we appreciate attempting it But here's a big tip mate, you should quit for definite Money changes folk, you disagree, you're in denial Check the charts, there hasny been a decent track for quite a while What's the reason? have lyrics became hard to write? Or has it just now came to light, that they can be rich overnight? If they dumb it down, sell the kids their gimmick life They made theirsell a product, just to market what they thought was right But the thought was flawed, and now it's come to life That morals are an extra, just a perk if they get paid on time But that ain't cool, if you influence a generation You should be the ones that could be showing kids the path to take on But you'd rather make the money and gain major sales Than be a role model to the kids relying on your brains You should be rapping for the love, not the bank notes You brag loads, with cash flows and bang hoes and bash foes Well you claim to, but working takes up most your time And anytime you have a problem, bodyguard protect your life Some of you are just pretenders with a fanbase That swallows any shit you say, leaving them in bad states Saying stupid shit like sqag and quoting yolo bitch Society can make you sick cash or morals take your pick You bad rappers just keep acting, we're going backwards In the evolution of rap, we're getting weak bastards And that ain't changing soon, but I can hope a bit And maybe one day in my future hip hop won't be as shit Cos right now, the state it's in is now annoying me Not a single good track in the tracks, crap globally I rap openly, I'm honest like I'm in confession But other rappers talk about guns, they need to stop pretending Then I can listen, I may relate to a song or 2 Right now, that shit's so fake, there's no reason to You brag hard, claim that you can beat me down But never seem to follow up the act, when you see me round You're not a hardman, you just need to stop the braggin' Cos your death threats are like your sex life - nothing happens