Ain't the same

Man this new shit ain't like the old shit

Things just ain't the same for youngsters, as it was, when we was, amongst the monsters.

Now they got this crappy mumble rapping, I sit back and watch as raps collapsing.

They even got the ogs rappin this way,

It looks like the police won today.

When we cant understand anything you say,

From your brain to your mouth 2 minute delay.

You sound like a txt you forgot to check

Type your bullshit and hit select

The bullshit comes from all your neglect

Is this the best you can do when you try to connect

What the fuck happened to real hip hop,

The type of shit that's slammin and can't be stopped.

Been taken from us and been chopped and swapped,

And this is all their buulshit they try to drop.

Back when the music it wasn't so shit,

Didn't need a fuckin rubix to hear the lyrics.

You say it's not the music and it's all about the vibe,

But when I hear your voice I know your fuckin dead inside.

Things just ain't the same for youngsters, as it was, when we was, amongst the monsters.

Now they got this crappy mumble rapping, I sit back and watch as raps collapsing.

And what's with this this Auto tune shit,

Why do you submit to this mainstream bitch.

Still can't believe you wana sound like that,

Closest thing in music to a strangled cat.

And what the fucks happened to the motherfuckin beat,

Dont know what im doing with my motherfuckin feet.

I need a beat to nod my bouncing head to,

None of this bullshit that they fuckin fed you.

Another thing that's fucked all the albums in the dust,

Musics turned to lust thirty seconds is enough.

Shitty little videos are how this music spreads,

Just by little people who got hit in the head.

Bring it back to the old days when a new album comes out,

Put it on in your car blast it up and then shout.

I cant tolerate this new shit it can all just fuck off,

I'll be listening to the old shit the goats of hip hop.

Get a notification new tracks are released,

I dont really give a fuck unless reds on the beat.

Few motherfuckers try to keep this shit real,

Fighting back through the music to help our heads heal.

Swing the Shaolin swords and let them hear you roar,

Before the door of war won't open anymore.

Slice and dice the mics make sure they hear you twice,

Be precise hit the lights make sure all gets iced.

Man this shits changed been rearranged,

its not the same hurts my brain all the pain.

Get your shit together

And write something better

New musics sucks a bag of dicks,

Need some gangsta shit some 90s hits.

I dont want any anxious bitch,

I need me a fuckin gangsta bitch.