Another song about the mainstream, this one is a little more violent though! The quality isnt the best but I'm trying... Beat by Life And Death

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The lyrics pretty much explain it all, I'm just sick of this mainstream trying to take the place of real hip hop

[Verse 1]
Every verse that I spit I decapitate
Kids that rhyme soft don't equal half my weight
You cant mask my fate, I massacre the weakest
I'm killing of the industry and still I'm not sleepless
Eat this, I'll shove underground down your throat
Leave you bound, gagged, and tie a noose in the rope
And when your losing your hope I'll light your face on fire
Can't see blame in your eyes when flames is 10 feet or higher
With heat I greet dire, slay the chain-rim gang
I maim grim fame, too late the main sin came
I aim for chin frame, but bust the cranial structure
It's not the lack of reign, it's my name that'll f*** ya
Get a brain and then tough up, learn to spit a real verse
Keep tipping on your toes, got to walk on heels first
This deals cursed, I'm starting the mainstream genocide
And these wack gangsta f***s'll be the first to die

[Chorus]
I'ma slaughter the mainstream one by one
Grab a rapper and f*** 'em up just for fun
Now these cats can talk smack in the back of track
Although I lack black have your head smashed on a plaque
I'ma slaughter the mainstream one by one
Grab a rapper and slap 'em up just for fun
Now these cats can talk smack in the back of the track
Although I lack black have your head nailed to plaque

[Verse 2]
These days they don't spit pertaining to typical politics
They'd rather be complaining, ripping electoral colleges
Keep blaming the former for whatever your lack of knowledge is
This is why I don't follow this ....
Mainstream's a poor excuse for hip hop, thinkers remain lip-locked
I'd rather hear you spit truth than how you got your whip cocked
Quit the sh*** talk, and use your common sense kid
A verse lacking truth, the youth pay consequences
I push with no move but it's not as intense as if
I end this trend to show just how immense it is
This nation of senseless kids, I try to condense tenseness in every open lid
My hope is closing in, stopping conformists who don't fear this black art
Because chances are if you follow it, your just not that smart
That last part (whoa), you can't believe that I said it
But its true because when I spit a sick bar you don't get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
So you simplify your lyrics just to make a little profit
Knowing white suburbia will be the first to cop it
Intelligent topics, they never existed
Commercialize my music even though we resisted
Its persistent mother f***ers trying to mold the rappin'
But I'd chew off my leg before I'd ever let that happen
See back then rappers didn't have to be half men
Before they see a real track didn't allow slacking
Now take a smacking, middle finger to the mainstream
Cause a little pain because I spit to make your brain scream
A plain theme, I raze it tear ya style down
Mutilate the industry - I'm not as sane as I sound

[Chorus]