Descriptions
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Yo, it's hard to let the time pass
When you're not in a position of being in the right path - and I
Haven't been honest, I told you to follow your dreams
When I'm not even in mine, I should keep the advice
But I'm reaching a point
Like where the fuck's my motivation? I need to destroy
The fucking beat or the sheet, but it seems it doesn't matter 'cause
People wanna be hearin' them mumble rappers "talk"
What the fuck? Fuck these days
Look at the most viewed content that run these days
And then go to your television and I bet
You'll see more bullshit right there like A Current Affair - it's true
So... stop neglecting the real
That's if you wanna be lettin' the next generation be filled
With all the knowledge and the power that we serve, they devour
Never learn from the cowards who don't work by the hour like
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Ay who is god?
What's between a truth and a lie?
And what you think is the biggest difference between you and I?
I overcome the society and the need to be fly
To be respected, it's the effort that you missing inside
Focusing on the news will get you losing your time fast
'Cause ain't nothing faker than the fucking channel 9 cast
They gon tell you 'bout Paris, but won't mention bomb blasts
In the Middle East, killing a hundred people at least
And we're diseased with fake shit
Bunch of people who don't make shit
Wanna brag about their shitty situations
I had a revelation, want a change of pace, grab the damn remote and change the fucking station
All that's blaring through the radios a bunch of dumb shit
Drugged out rappers who hardly can even function
Talking about Molly Percocet's and cock my gun shit
Talk a lot and act big but we know you ain't done shit
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions (rock wit' us, come on)
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Nobody can deny this dudes dedication on tracks
But I can't hate on this new generation of rap
Ask anybody that used to hang around us
Everybody use to say the same thing about us
Too conscience, too street, totally unoriginal
Make ya own beats, or sing a hook, you was criminal
But little did they know, that's how you get your residual
Checks, ASCAP and BMI was on deck, but you don't
Care about artistry, you wanna hear inarticulate
Rhyme schemes, over instruments I deem insignificant
I spy with my little eye
A dude who won't be around in 2025
A knotty-headed nitwit that should apply to ECPI
Bunch of idiots, end up doing ads for City Trends
Let's to take it back like cowboys and Indians
When people really rapped, and wasn't just givin' the minimum
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Fuck rhymes, I write descriptions
Writer/s: Kiarash Hamirad, Nem Raps, Adam Purski
