The Antidote

Damn, rap game ain't the same no more
 Something gotta change
 What the fuck is going on
 Ever since I've stepped in the game
 You can tell I'm stressed in the brain
 Now I'm on a mission to murder these lames
 And leave em all left in flames
 I give em chest full of pain
 By the way I'm checking these lanes
 I cannot contain the anger
 That's flowin' within me, it's kept in my veins
 My mind's fried and jaded
 Cause I'm high and faded
 My eyes dilated, turnin' the tide I await it
 With rhymes I paraded, yes I implied I hate it
 All of the rappers that I hear on the radio
 If they die, I'm elated
 I come from a place where is dark and the bling fades
 When commercial rappers fall off, we just sing praise
 Chop em with the sling blades, show my sickening ways
 I am from the underground that is why I seem crazed
 Pitching a fit, and I'm back on my mischievous shit
 But lyrics are twisted and sick
 Because I've been gifted to spit
 I put my fist in a lip, of wack rappers tryna act vain
 Cause nowadays something's wrong with the rap game
 It's an introduction for those who are irrelevant
 You never heard me cause my lyrics are somewhat intelligent
 Fuck you swag rappers, yeah that's right I'm talkin' hella shit
 If I hurt your feelings, your emotions are too delicate
 Faggot rappers on tv it's time to change your channel hoes
 Skinny jeans are gettin' so tight they're showin' camel toes
 You're not hard, y'all are sweeter than some cantaloupe
 The rapgame is gettin' too soft I got that antidote
 Midwest titan, been blest writing
 I said "swag" in the hook, interest heightens
 I'm coming for your neck, my teeth are in flesh biting
 I am Nosferatu mixed with ten stressed lycans
 Frightened is how I leave em and they wish they could kill me
 You might ride dirty but I'm gutter and I'm filthy
 I am on my A game, motherfucker Lil B
 The verdict for your homosexuality is guilty
 Fag! All you skinny jean rappers claim it's, swag!
 I'mma kill em all, fill em all, hit em all
 With them extra, mags!
 Y'all got the rapgame looking sickly
 While Weezy's kissin' Baby I'mma go holler at Nicky
 These cats are not rappers
 Just some gimmicks and some goofy hoes
 Lost boys walking around in tights like they're rufio
 Rappin' with a fruity flow, stay up outta studio
 Put down the microphone and stick to playin yugioh
 I'mma have nod and my family is rock solid
 Fans payin' attention and they listen to us drop knowledge
 All about my bidness, I stay on it I do not stole it
 Leave these wannabe rappers cryin' like they got colic
 Y'all are just a piece of trash
 I'mma break your teeth in half
 Y'all fakers sound funny as the Wiz Khalifa's laugh
 The game has been blinded, now it's time to see the light
 I cannot respect a man, who walks around in zebra tights
 Now I got these rappers walkin' on thin sheet of ice
 When they fall through, cats with talent will be eatin' right
 I'm comin' at you like a missle and it has deploy
 Fuck this scammin' ass rapper like that bitch Pastor Troy
 Quit rappin' like you're tough pussy sneak to love ballads
 You're exposed your bummy bitch ass on judge Alex
 You scare me too and you took me for the fin
 Yes you grew that beard to tryna hide the pussy on your chin
 You're a coward you can't even handle business like a man
 So you steal from struggling artist for some riches in your hands
 But I ain't trippin' what goes around, comes around
 So shame on you for stealin' from underground
 Yeah, it's time to take the rapgame back how it just to be
 To real back when it was about lyricysm
 You know what I'm sayin' when motherfuckers had somethin' to say
 And fuck this bullshit that you hear on the radio all the time
 All this bandwagoon ass shit
 One person get famous on some bullshit
 And everybody else tries to copy it
 Just a bunch of goofy ass lookin' clones
 Now it's time to get back to that real shit
 Welcome to The Antidote