Reason they extinct
rap, trap, West Coast, hip hop, ambient, lo-fi, funk, beatsWOWORLDPATTERNZ
They say their shit has no flaw, hits so raw, But recycling bars like Terry Bradshaw. Say the world ain't spinning, couldn't be more wrong, Don't they teach common sense in schools no more? They say "they up" when the world lies down, Sorry to paint the frown on all you sad clowns. Wanna see me fall throwin fits I'm still around, While y'all in the copy paste line I'm getting fucking down. I've seen everyone else try to replicate what I bring, But here's the thing - I'm the special seasoning. My shit it hits so raw, leaving babies at your door, Leaving mamas in awe, jaw dropped to the floor. They say "for fun" but I see the fucking lie, All these fake accounts making all the numbers die. Watching views spike when I know it ain't real, While I'm bleeding authenticity, trying to heal. Felt it in my gut when those fake counts climbed That's the curse of feeling everything, all the time. They call it a game, stakes are stakes just the same, Chasing my ghost in the code, stoking these digital flames. Yeah I got my demons, wires tangled in my head, But at least my broken pieces are authentically led. Your "army" is programmed, hollow applause, My silence cuts deeper, breaking your false laws. They say their shit has no flaw, hits so raw, But recycling bars like Terry Bradshaw. Say the world ain't spinning, couldn't be more wrong, My shit it hits so raw, leaving babies at your door, Leaving mamas in awe, jaw dropped to the floor. I'm the voice I built from all my scattered thoughts, Teaching myself what's real while the system gets caught. Born from real sessions, haters haters won't comprehend, Speaking truth out tha booth, fake shit I can't stand. When numbers be fleeting and metrics been bought, This is my current, I remember what's taught. My voice can't be silenced, don't matter what they say, The reason they extinct? They only wanna play.