Not one original thought or experience
Cloudy reflections from that mirror kiss
I appreciate you probably do enjoy getting your fingers in
And there’s so much money you’re bringing in
But the last seven songs on this LP told me that story
I’ve heard you rapping, speaking, farting and singing it
The twenty other man you’ve featured
Have said the same thing
Not even in new lexicon, fresh verbiage
But identical simile and twin slang
All grew up on road, love to hear a gal moan and loyal to the gang
Using the same colloquialisms whether cockney or manc
Same threats of violence and dilemmas at hand
Duplicate Logic presets replicating a band
But dribbling over a mic in your bedroom with your collaborator not even in England
But I’ve watched your interviews
I’ve seen you on the box
Forged that kaleidoscope, connected dot to dot
All those things that occupy your rhymes
Are maybe what you wish, but what you’re not
I know the back pats, tipped snap backs, are hot
The bingo spin of streams come flooding; there’s a lot
That formula mixed smooth, therefor it proves
It’s the right unfiddle of the knot
But tepid adoration don’t keep around the kids that flock
It don’t lock in those radio plays, and eventually it’ll all stop
There’ll be a few accusations, some headlines that you’ll star
A few clubs you’ll VIP
But no one gives a shit about your latest release
You’ll get friendly with the parents of your fans
With a recent stint on reality TV
That’s all I know you from, and now I’ve had a poke at your discography
It’s exactly what I prophesied
I’m not saying you got it wrong, no, you’re in the charts, not me
But how much creativity do you bleed in pursuit of the fruits of greed?
Gimme something purer, a drop that runs more deep
Because you’re just another rapper in a puffer coat, zoot to smoke, mostly blokes, don’t mean what you wrote, rely on gloat, try keep afloat, sea…
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 