rappin on da radio now a days dnt compare
to the shit out on the street accept a battle if u dare
this mainstream radio is all just 1 big distraction
its like an epideral u forget the pain of ur life like a baby contraction
a catchy hook is all u gotta have to be played on radio waves
these bitches swear they were poor n practicaly lived in caves
they wanna rap about they ancestors who apparently were slaves
sayin they lived hard times back in the days when they used to pray
corporations only sign ppl wit some1 in da business
they tell the rap jury they lived thru poverty n yet pay off a witness
when u see where they were from it wuz beverly hill wit a membership to club fitness
c.e.o.s claim they were brought up due to skills
one good song and they at the top n sayin bye bye bills
mr carter mr carter rap about somethin that actually make sense
u bringin drake in hopin to cover the fact ur careers turnin dense
soulja boi wants to kiss u thru da fone
cuz one look at his ugly ass n no girl wants to bone
these mother fukers killin the rap game just destroyed
lets make an army of radio artists n get them deployed
so alkada will kill them all when they too r annoyed