[Intro: Chief Chinchilla] (Zone)
Aw sh**, yo Zone, across the street
(What?) Yo RAPPERS!
{Wannabe Rappers}
TIK-KA Represent, keep it real, boom bap
Take it back to ’94, yaknahmsayin
REAL hip-hop! I’ma take it back to ’94, yaknahmean
Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin, boom bap…
{Yo this is Swagmaster Bacon, I got BARS, I got mad gunmetal for ya
Yaknahmsayin BARS, 8 bars, 16 bars, 16s’ 16s’, yo mad gunmetal…}
Yo, all you motherf**ers are wack! Shut the f** up! SHUT UP!
I would say go work at the post office
but I don’t want you muh’f**ers deliverin my mail (Haha!)
Yo Zone (Yeah?) You gotta address this sh**
I hate rap, I hate it! I HATE IT!
[J-Zone]
Talk about rap around me if you wanna be ignored
I’d rather hear bluegra**, f** it I’m bored
Every time I turn around, I gotta hear tracks
Some textbook scratch hook, boom bap
With a drum machine scared of 115, chop kick snare 88 BPM
If your Facebook post in all caps
about bringin rap back to the real, we can’t be friends
Every f**in verse is 16 bars
4 bar hooks, repeats’ll make it 8
I’d rather hear Birdman rap about his 16 cars
or play me some Michel’le and masturbate
You say you got bars, can’t write a song
Accapella insults 20 minutes long
Every Generation X wanna take rap back to ’88
But can’t seem to remember what made it so great
Ain’t nobody back then wanna take it back to ’79, so f** a 90s’ revive!
(“Yo, I got my Columbia Rain suits on, I’ma take it back to ’94”)
{“n***a, you’re 47 years old! Get outta here!!”}
‘Til I see payphones in use
or you can find a job in a triple fat goose
It’s 2015, rap’s segregated
and all my rap peers say I ain’t gonna make it
(Yo Zone, you gotta tour!) Motherf**er, what for?!
I’m damn near 40, sleepin on somebody living room floor?!
(I need shows! Can I be a part of your crew??)
n******g, please! Take a 360 deal and keep truckin
The only muh’f**er not doin NO shows
Put my sh** on BandCamp for the fans and say FUCK it!
(“Can’t wait to go South by Southwest to s** off writers for blog love
Perform for other rappers and go home broke”)
{“GET A JOB, SWAGBOY~!”}
Y’all all on Twitter (Yo, we up in the lab!!)
Fans talkin bout, “You and him should collab”
You say cool, but you just saw him last week
at some dick-s**in industry event and didn’t speak
I HATE that we can’t be cool with each other
without sayin we gon’ do a f**in song together
Get along, whatever! Leave it at that
FUCK what the fans want, our relationship is lukewarm
Rap needs to get its Luke on
+Pop That p**y+ behavior and move on
So in a nutshell, I’m sick of rap!
Sick of nostalgia of bringin it back
f** doin collabs with cats you don’t like
No trap and a boom bap and a cuffin the mic
Underground rap is a po’ man’s mainstream
Not a hater, bro fellatio’s a lame thing
FUCK rap! Play Vic Damone
and when it’s done, play Elvin Jones, I’m sick of rap!
(“Yo son, let’s collab, I got 16s’ 16s’, real hip-hop, son!”)
I’m sick of rap!
(“All the experts say it’s all about tours, so can I sleep on your floor, Mr. Promoter?”)
I’m sick of rap!
(“Yo son, it’s all about blog love, you ain’t on the blogs, you ain’t relevant”)
I’m sick of rap!
(“Well I don’t sample compilations, I only sample originals”) {“Yeah and ya sh** still SUCKS!”}
Sick of this sh** yo, f** it, let’s make disco {*beat changes*}
[Outro: Chief Chinchilla] (Zone)
Haha, that’s pretty clever, man I like that
(Oh you like that sh**, don’t you, man?)
Word up (Word up) Wanna know somethin though, Zone?
(Wa**up?) On the real… I roll with disco, you know why?
(Why’s that, cousin?) Cause I rather f** with bell bottoms than bullsh**
Hahaha! (Hahaha! I hear that, word up!)
Ah.. (Ah..) {*both*} f** rap!