Lyrics
Bringin back the olden days,
on this new page,
rap's had its golden age,
struck me down, put me in a haze,
been living blindly, until I looked behind me
saw all the old sh** , happy, grimy
sad, down, hey look synonyms
i dont see them around
mainstream gone and locked them out,
raped them, hidden them
now it be braggin bout city cribs
corruptin rap with gritty fibs, big rings on they fists
so shoutout to the people who dont sell they souls
to the people sittin on top, controllin us like dolls
id like nothing more than to just see them fall and crumble;
rap ain't dead people, its just been obscured by rubble
real hip hop is needed badly
for the same reasons
a kid needs a family
but, people just open your eyes
and no I know very well, no I can't deny
I like a good club banger,
an occassional fly
spread the wings,
up the sky,
like an airline
but like the game,
the cabin aint airtight
so all kind of crap comes in goes out,
all in phases man, but they try to hold out
just furthering the meaning of that word "sellout"
i aint saying names now, but i got bones to pick,
thats another song, guys just wait for that sh**
now back on topic,
it's catastrophic,
like Britney Spears, these wack rappers are toxic
seepin in they minds, undeserved cash line,
rap was once an art form, let's bring back those times!
now, I ain't claimin to be real
i'm just a jewish white kid,
saying out loud what I feel
so gone with the fake attitude
I am what I am, coming at you with for the mind food,
third generation american kid,
born in Palm Beach, where the all rich people live,
moved to texas
home of hardcore christians
been told im going to hell, more than once man
but I take it in stride
I got a few missions in my life
they never gonna be removed from my eyesight
first, im gonna fix raps plight
exterminate the weak spitters,
in one epic fight
we will destroy you midflight
shoot you at night
no worries, our aim is truly tight
so gather behind me,
rebels of the weak spirited sh** ,
we're gonna take back what we worked so hard to get!
