A song dedicated to all the "Rappers" of the world. A call out to all the real Lyricists to take the hip hop culture back from all the popcorn, mindless garbage being shoved down the throats of Hip Hop fans these days
metaphorical
massacre
2013
kass a nova
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Story behind the song
Too much garbage being passed around as "Music". Guilty parties do not only include industry but underground "Rappers" as well. Disgusted with the state of Hip Hop in general, this song was developed as a statement of disappointment as well as an outcry to all the real Lyrical Artists left to join forces and take control of the game back from those non deserving of the title "Musical Artist"
Lyrics
Metaphorical Massacre
Lyrics by Stephen Wight aka Kass-A-Nova
Music by Isaac Rosa of Young Rose Entertainment
Intro:
(THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE!!!!)
Man the games flooded with wannabe's, what's goin on?
BASURA!!!! GARBAGE!!!! Like, Really???
I don't even know what ya'll tryin to say half the time
(THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE!!!!)
HollaAtDolla aka DJ Hak Ali, 3 DEEP A THOUSAND STRONG I see you,
Peace Beloved
Lord Kaos, Magnetic, Volkaneo, What up Longtime Fam. AYO!
Verse 1-
I make the words, and metaphors my mistress/
I make the beats fall in love, and have em all sayin shit yes/
See the sweet 16, that little bitch is my princess/
My lifes love and passion man, not just my interest/
Every bar I deliver, packaged up for a hit list/
Beast from the East, now who really want the business/
I'm just a lyrical gunman, bodying beats with every gauge/
My tongue is the blicka, and yes I love to let that nigga spray/
Causing havoc all over the beat, don't think shit is sweet/
This ain't trick or treat, save that shit for Halloween/
If you know what I mean man, I'm, a lyrical demon/
Take off your mask, ya'll phonies living in dream land/
Got a problem, I won't beg your pardon, step up your knowledge/
Your rhymes are preschool, and my skill surpasses College/
I breathe life into every track, Ya'll just malpractice/
Stick to circus tricks, Go do back flips/
Chorus-x2
(THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE!!!!) Is a Metaphorical Massacre/
Ya'll doodoo ass rappers, need to pack it up/
Get your ass up out of dodge, and don't quit your day jobs/
Attention I just cant afford, to pay yall
Verse 2-
Hate on me, I love it and I really don't care/
Your opinion holds weight, like a feather in the air/
Half the shit you saying, I don't even understand/
I make love to my music, you just hold that bitches hand/
Yall niggas got, no swag, no game/
And your mental's, too slow to be driving in my lane/
Watch out! Move over! It's Kass in this bitch now/
I'm drivin this whip, and you about to get kicked out/
How you makin tracks, that completely lack substance/
And you writin fiction, cause you really aint done shit/
Stick to what you know, and not to what you heard about/
LYRICAL BASURA, is all that's comin out your mouth/
You the type to have beef, and never step up out your house/
Faker than a hair piece, and timid as a field mouse/
You will never get a response, if you diss me in track/
Not a single bead of sweat, off my back/
Chorusx2
(THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE!!!!) Is a Metaphorical Massacre/
Ya'll doodoo ass rappers, need to pack it up/
Get your ass up out of dodge, and don't quit your day jobs/
Attention I just cant afford, to pay yall
Verse 3
Love me or Hate me, Don't be mad cause you ain't me/
But you CAN, be mad, cause your girl wanna date me/
FUCK what you heard, I ain't FUCKing wit birds/
For the same reason, that I don't FUCK wit yall herbs/
So I stay in my class, real G's down to ride/
and turn my back on the punks, who just trying to hide/
No matter where I'm at, dawgs I'm out and about/
So if you really got beef, what we talkin about/
I'm a straight thorough bred, last of a dying breed/
That's why your girl wanna holla, cause I got what she need/
She heard it from her home girls, and it's all around town/
Your boy Kass, ain't no slouch, when putting the pipe down/
I have her grippin on the bed sheets, got em ready to rip/
When I'm driving in deep, steady grippin on her hips/
No matter where I reside, I'll always rep N.Y./
I'ma be New York, till the day I die/
Chorusx3
(THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE!!!!) Is a Metaphorical Massacre/
Ya'll doodoo ass rappers need to pack it up/
Get your ass, up out of dodge, and don't quit your day jobs/
Attention, I just cant afford, to pay yall
Outro-
Yeah baby, It's Kass-A-Nova
Young Rose Entertainment on the beat
Just bodied ya'll wack, ass, rappers
HANG IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!