Текст песни Rapidly Radical - Süp127

Rapidly rappin' and reppin' radically
Rapidly rappin' and reppin' radically

What creates the ultimate emcee?
Maybe live performing or stage energy
But it couldn't be airing on TV
Hah, not even barely
But it must involve popularity
And it does mean master of ceremony
So obviously, the emcee can't be phony
But possibly a capturing showing
Isn't involving any meaningful flowing
So is it deserving of the title holding?
Not that being an emcee is easy
But it seems to me, it's much easier and less risky
Avoiding controversy
To spit metaphors, similes, and analogies of complexity
Meaninglessly
Demonstrating artistry skillfully, while maintaining ability and being entertaining
But lacking any foundation or backing
To which the emcee is dedicating their rapping, know what I'm saying?
Whether independently or by industry funding
Isn't of any relevancy, if you're wondering
But if dependency on advertising is a necessity for an emcee to achieve successfully
The destiny of reigning in emcee supremacy is evidently not meant to be
So I'm suggesting retiring

If battles make emcees
Fuck a battle, I'm not an emcee
As if that cat with plenty empty rhymes can even be judged next to me
And I mean it for real, fuck some hip hop element
If you gonna side with an emcee whose rhymes ain't intelligent
Whose whole development, is under construction
Promoting self-destruction
I swear the crowd is pushing my buttons
Listenin' to nothing, given it up for bitchin' and fussin'
Yo, hold up, let's switch the discussion
I think emcee means majority crap, that can't hack
You want to rap, but need to put that mic back
I thought hip hop wasn't about segregation
Yet the separation of hip hop into elements is enough persuasion
To convince me of industry tampering
Packaging hip hop for the sale, but that's irrelevant, you see I need no pampering
I'll rap for myself, the crowd doesn't know what's best for them
Check an internet forum, hip hop needs help.

I rap better than anyone, yet somehow, I lose a battle
There's the proof, the crowd is so dumb, I'm baffled
This must be scrabble, or some lame game of punch lines
Please give me some raw rhymes
And take that memorized war whackness outside, on the pavement
Anyone dare talk that much shit to me off stage, you'll get your face bent, caved in
See you, recognize where your place is and stay in it
Primitive lyrics are riding the slave ship
It's just the same shit, I already heard a hundred times
Give me a minute, word, and I can write a hundred rhymes
And insult, but fuck that
I'd rather snap my pencil and freestyle, radical rapper revolt
With more than potential, you should soak
In the realization of how whack you are
You wanna battle, let's spar
Fuck a thirty second sample snippet
That's not ample time for rhyme, that's like I jump in the ocean for half a minute
Please, let's flow for real, let me show you some skill
With peace you can feel
I can go on for hours without cease, about whatever you will
But I won't if you want some glamourized fantasy fiction fairy tale
My diction's not for sale, I brought a pail
Full of water to the brink, once again
And once again, you seem to think I pretend
You wanna battle?, That depends
You worthy of my time, wassup?
Oh, you want to rap a debate?
Show me, where do I sign up?

Reppin' rapidly, rappin' radically
Reppin' rapidly, rappin' radically