paroles de chanson The Rap Game - Factor 50

What the f**k ever happened to the rap game
Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame
Rip apart all the art that the past paint
I think they lost there way up in the fast lane
What the f**k ever happened to the rap game
Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame
Rip apart all the art that the past paint
I think they lost there way up in the fast lane

Im'a take it back to basics way before this rap got wasted
Before the coloured hair and s**t was tatted on there faces
Before the lean to the scene when cardi wasn't naked
And goats were dropping lines in the basement
Back in the day when emcees who blew up
Were the likes of biggie and Tupac
Who fricking chewed up and spewed up
The sickest lyrics they brewed up
A generation so clued up
But now were stuck with the new blood
Who think if vocals are tuned up
They will not suck like a hoover
That seems to be the problem right
Every c**t is copping mics
Stopping by dropping lines
Not for the art, but to occupy
And colonise your Spotify
Its homicide to the hottest guys
The ones they wanna fossilize
Who give two f***s about what they write
So all my lyricists you best be f***ing hearing this
This pic and mix of little pr**ks
Is fucking indie businesses these hypocrites
Don't give a s**t spreading verbal syphilis
That's why we got to protect the game
Put rubber on these swinging d**ks

What the f**k ever happened to the rap game
Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame
Rip apart all the art that the past paint
I think they lost there way up in the fast lane
What the f**k ever happened to the rap game
Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame
Rip apart all the art that the past paint
I think they lost there way up in the fast lane

So I sit and observe, the lack of sense in there words
This whole game has been flipped autotuned an reversed
Its absurd how they be rapping minimal words
But when ya stacking syllables ya wont get the props ya deserve
So what the f**k do they expect from us
Do they want us to collect up dust
Sit on the bench bop heads and be respectful of
These sucker emcees who aren't even of the level of
Us underground cats who sit on the f***ing spectrum of
The greatest who made it rap pioneers who created
The focused pupils fixated to elevate and inflate it
An set the bar in high places out of reach of the mutated
And fakers greatly invading this rap communities gating
Soooo f**k them and the s**t that they class rap
There a bunch of tits and they just hanging from bra straps
Milking the game for that easy route and that hard cash
Not knowing its a marathon and tripping on last laps

What the f**k ever happened to the rap game
Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame
Rip apart all the art that the past paint
I think they lost there way up in the fast lane
What the f**k ever happened to the rap game
Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame
Rip apart all the art that the past paint
I think they lost there way up in the fast lane

So What the f**k ever happened to the rap game
Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame
Rip apart all the art that the past paint
I think they lost there way up in the fast lane
What the f**k ever happened to the rap game
Everybody wanna clout chase and grab fame
Rip apart all the art that the past paint
I think they lost there way up in the fast lane