I go against the grain like a triple low baldy
I'm so tired of being tired I'm even sick of yawning
I refuse to be the same as the rest of cats spittin
They got it so confused and they ain't impressin me one bit
I don't see how you gonna be seen if you look like just like your neighbor
By the same token how you gonna be heard if you auto tuning
It's sad how it's crumbling and it's so accepted
I mean cats looking stupid got success and still gettin sentenced
For real when you out the hood stay out the hood
It ain't cute going to jail when did that become in fashion
Well I guess I'll just be out of style cause I ain't fond of prison
I mean how many times can you say the same thing and expect people to listen
It's so monotonous losing appeal real ain't real
It's just some lame record that they hoping it sell
If it ain't bout how much drugs you moved or guns you got
Or how you wanna get wit a chick or how money you got
Or made up beef cause I ain't seen nobody hittin the press in a brawl
It only takes 1 to set it off what the f
It's like the record really broken and I'm ready to lift the needle
Scratch it break it throw in the pail
Put on that new Noog cause I know it will sell
I'm far from perfect but I'm tryin an alternative
I think the youth today see enough negative images
The news filled to the brim wit murder rape and crime
So why you feel you got to keep puttin it in your rhymes???

"..hip hop like a closet of clones clowns wit beats and microphones...just be yourself"