The Antidote - C-Mob

Damn, rap game ain’t the same no more

Something gotta change

What the fuck is going on

Ever since I’ve stepped in the game

You can tell I’m stressed in the brain

Now I’m on a mission to murder these lames

And leave em all left in flames

I give em chest full of pain

By the way I’m checking these lanes

I cannot contain the anger

That’s flowin' within me, it’s kept in my veins

My mind’s fried and jaded

Cause I’m high and faded

My eyes dilated, turnin' the tide I await it

With rhymes I paraded, yes I implied I hate it

All of the rappers that I hear on the radio

If they die, I’m elated

I come from a place where is dark and the bling fades

When commercial rappers fall off, we just sing praise

Chop em with the sling blades, show my sickening ways

I am from the underground that is why I seem crazed

Pitching a fit, and I’m back on my mischievous shit

But lyrics are twisted and sick

Because I’ve been gifted to spit

I put my fist in a lip, of wack rappers tryna act vain

Cause nowadays something’s wrong with the rap game

It’s an introduction for those who are irrelevant

You never heard me cause my lyrics are somewhat intelligent

Fuck you swag rappers, yeah that’s right I’m talkin' hella shit

If I hurt your feelings, your emotions are too delicate

Faggot rappers on tv it’s time to change your channel hoes

Skinny jeans are gettin' so tight they’re showin' camel toes

You’re not hard, y’all are sweeter than some cantaloupe

The rapgame is gettin' too soft I got that antidote

Midwest titan, been blest writing

I said «swag» in the hook, interest heightens

I’m coming for your neck, my teeth are in flesh biting

I am Nosferatu mixed with ten stressed lycans

Frightened is how I leave em and they wish they could kill me

You might ride dirty but I’m gutter and I’m filthy

I am on my A game, motherfucker Lil B

The verdict for your homosexuality is guilty

Fag!

All you skinny jean rappers claim it’s, swag!

I’mma kill em all, fill em all, hit em all

With them extra, mags!

Y’all got the rapgame looking sickly

While Weezy’s kissin' Baby I’mma go holler at Nicky

These cats are not rappers

Just some gimmicks and some goofy hoes

Lost boys walking around in tights like they’re rufio

Rappin' with a fruity flow, stay up outta studio

Put down the microphone and stick to playin yugioh

I’mma have nod and my family is rock solid

Fans payin' attention and they listen to us drop knowledge

All about my bidness, I stay on it I do not stole it

Leave these wannabe rappers cryin' like they got colic

Y’all are just a piece of trash

I’mma break your teeth in half

Y’all fakers sound funny as the Wiz Khalifa’s laugh

The game has been blinded, now it’s time to see the light

I cannot respect a man, who walks around in zebra tights

Now I got these rappers walkin' on thin sheet of ice

When they fall through, cats with talent will be eatin' right

I’m comin' at you like a missle and it has deploy

Fuck this scammin' ass rapper like that bitch Pastor Troy

Quit rappin' like you’re tough pussy sneak to love ballads

You’re exposed your bummy bitch ass on judge Alex

You scare me too and you took me for the fin

Yes you grew that beard to tryna hide the pussy on your chin

You’re a coward you can’t even handle business like a man

So you steal from struggling artist for some riches in your hands

But I ain’t trippin' what goes around, comes around

So shame on you for stealin' from underground

Yeah, it’s time to take the rapgame back how it just to be

To real back when it was about lyricysm

You know what I’m sayin' when motherfuckers had somethin' to say

And fuck this bullshit that you hear on the radio all the time

All this bandwagoon ass shit

One person get famous on some bullshit

And everybody else tries to copy it

Just a bunch of goofy ass lookin' clones

Now it’s time to get back to that real shit

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