Lyrics S.O.S. (Same Old Shit) - Buck Bowen

You picked up the mic and started rapping rapping
That is something that should not have happened nope
These rappers telling jokes they have me laughing haha
Your music belongs inside of a trash bin yup yup

Yeah, I get hot headed, I cannot let up
What a crock set up, how you not fed up
Oh you think that shit is cool, get a thought check up
These rappers be retarded from the, neck up

Yeah, cliche, duplicate, fake clones
No skill, speak with they mouth closed
Selling garbage man you calling that a download
Shit weak as fuck even kid knows

Used to think that it was just a few rappers
Now I see that it be the whole platform
It's designed so you never have to think
Convincing you that you really are free

Same old shit be playing on the screen
Same old shit be in the magazines
Everybody copies what's on the tv
A bunch of clones no originality

Same old shit be playing on the screen
Same old shit be in the magazines
Everybody copies what's on the tv
A bunch of clones no originality

These rappers always got the same cliches
Doing drugs, fucking bitches, and an inked face
Ain't no talent it just be a lot of rhymes fake
Flow, sucks, no skill, a big time waste

What the fuck was that? Nada, got no time for it
Used to write some bad ass lines, now they just snort'em
Loss of consciousness, now we just get boredom
Tryna alleviate the clich, this shit sound foreign

All the same, rest in peace original
Rappers suck cause they replicate the bull
Basic emcess seem to be in the control
It's me against the world, that's how I roll

I click on youtube, shit is whack
Ain't nobody skilled who can rap
Rappers sound the same singing on the track
Plastic all up in my ear, so I pass

Same old shit be playing on the screen
Same old shit be in the magazines
Everybody copies what's on the tv
A bunch of clones no originality

Same old shit be playing on the screen
Same old shit be in the magazines
Everybody copies what's on the tv
A bunch of clones no originality