Subject Matters

[Intro] #GU, Tombstone Da Deadman Death lives, and so does hip-hop [Verse 1] Hand me a list of your favorite rappers, I laugh at that You take offense but established fact is that they're rather whack You want to prove me wrong, then cool, go take a stab at that They talking shit but don't possess the fucking skills to even match I'm thermonuclear like a future that's gloomier Annihilate these losers and make the planet feel roomier So let me guess you're gonna spit another gun bar? That's further evidence that proves to me how whack you are I understand the way you're treated like a rock star And how your little fans will cheer you even though you're subpar See where I come from these thoughtful lyrics are mandatory But when you're lost in thought it's unfamiliar territory You stupid dumb ass, no respect for your bum ass I'll put you on the curb in a bag because you're some trash Come on, let's go again and tell me all about your swag And how the way you fucking dress defines how you're the fucking man [Chorus](x2) Yeah, I admit to being kind of disrespectful But that's only because I really don't respect you And none of your art (if you want to call it that) Subject matter's whack, and in fact I've heard enough of that [Verse 2] Most of these rappers attracted to scare tactics They like to stand and pose with a gat but they won't blast it The fact is it's only for show and a cheap theatrics If this is all you got than it's kind of anticlimactic And then they quick to criticize, downplay, and minimize Skills when for real that whack shit's what they epitomize One of the reasons I don't listen to the radio's Because I feel the content on the airwaves mostly blows You can't silence me with all that fucking hater talk You young guppies ain't ready to take a swim with sharks Cause real rappers chew lava and spit fire While you fake trap rappers have bars that seem tired See I just want to infiltrate your pop star party And grab the mic methodically and kill everybody Inside me is a beast that paces till it's released Then smiles anticipating the flavor of the feast [Chorus](x2) Yeah, I admit to being kind of disrespectful But that's only because I really don't respect you And none of your art (if you want to call it that) Subject matter's whack, and in fact I've heard enough of that