Audacity

[Munteskue_lol]

(starts with beat of Say Something by Drake)
eh, eh
yea, i'm from toronto, uh yea
(fades to personalized beat)

sike I ain't drake now am I?
Keep this shit the realest and the illest
Neva go mainstream. Catch22 from Seattle, 206
Here it is

Yea- I just wanna take a couple of minutes to get the shit straight
Saw my songs aren't about parties and gettin shit faced
I showed you in about a month I'll make a mixtape
5'10- bigger than mothafuckas who 6'8
Don't call myself a martian never ever flipped weight
Call myself a problem and I got 'em 'cause I spit great
I'm not cocky or the least bit important, I'm a nobody tryna hear a who like Horton
I- think it's bout time I get a crown with the fame
On a balcony- yea, I'm lookin down on the game
Take a time out, nobody is stoppin the score
It's a game of chess they wanna knock me off of the board
Of course, I understand bein hip hop's soul food
Everytime I turn on the mic, good night pro tools
Neglected by the old dudes and all the locals
Nasty when I pass, I'm Steve Nash on the vocals

(radio voice)
Man I swear to God, these days it's all about actin like Lil' Wayne or Gucci Mane or something
I'm never gonna be rappin about drinkin purple drank. I'm never gonna be rappin about clothes, cars, or bitches man
I wanna keep my shit real. Everybody's losin what the art of hip hop actually means and it's like... nobody's hangin onto the meaning any more it's like.. it's like.. nobody even cares

Music's different now, yea I see what these fakes about
On a date with hip hop, tryna find escape routes
I got pride in myself, the size of Drake's house
Brain is locked up in a cell, I needa break out
Me? I should change my game and make pop music
Add auto-tune so young money fans rock to it
Add a simple melody, mix over hella beats
Same old shit man, you bitches are dead to me
Artists talkin bout- shit that they could neva be
Come and try my dogs we will CHOP up the pedigree
Talk about clothes- and strict-ly their cars
Then they go and act like Nik-ki Minaj
Damn right I chill with 50 of the pretty broads
Check my shittiest bars, still the citiest star
Kill the beats then I speed in my go kart
You could hate on me, but you see that I go hard

(different radio voice)

Hip-hop? Nigga that shit don't even exist. Go out and get an education talkin' about hip hop, nigga
Go out and get a fuckin job talkin bout hip hop, nigga.. The real is the real and hip hop ain't real. There's no reality in bringin straps to the club, or bein successful while doin drugs everyday. You wanna do hip hop talk about shit that helps people, ya feel me? Talk about shit that helps people go out and get an education or get a fuckin job or make a difference in the world

They said I never had a struggle, I was raised middle class
Little bastard who grew up and made riddles fast
I used to sit in class depictin and pickin raps
Bad cats who dissed me in the past'll finish lass
I could turn on the radio and get some sickenin laughs
Not a rock fan, but I'd rather listen to Nickelback
I figure facts in fact, like plastic shit's in tact
This shit is whack, a white icon and the pictures black
Paddy wagons, I could be in the back for pitchin grass
Dimes and dubs they are rich and vast now envision that
I should relax, sit back hit that and smoke some hash
Decline of ambition from that, I may turn to jack
I listened to your songs half of that shit is whack
Not talkin about crack and blasts man that shits an act
I break you off a piece of that like Kit and Kat
Picked up the pad as a fad and then I kicked you cats

Fuck y'all