It's not the race I'm here to deface
But I'm here to warn you
Of the false prophets
Who climb to salvation on
Greenbacks
As they hypnotize our children
To repeat the garbage
Again and again
Like a drunken parrot's rosary
They got more bars than a prison complex
more trivial rhymes than their reason can hold
Truth be told they behave
Like crack babies
Birthed by a corporate whore
Need i tell you more
They're dropping designer names
Like medals of war
Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana
more Italian names in their lyrics
than in Soprano's speed dial
They itemize and parade their possessions
Like an IRS raid report gone public
Did i turn on the radio
to hear what's on your mind?
Or a play by play of your overpriced closet, you loser?
this orgy of excess
this felicitation of Conspicuous consumption
It's worse than watching Joey Chestnut
Shove 80 hotdogs up his mouth
And be congratulated like he did a heroic deed
Justifying your indulgence
spewing hatred on enemies
Both imagined and cultivated
The unpleasantness doesn't cease
You're a fool proof debater
If I criticize you, I'm the hater
But you call yourself a player
That suits you right
You play other's creations
You're not a trained singer
or a musician
to grunt and narrate your shopping spree
or tawdry tales of your dirty Laundry
Where the melody was born
at a practice session back then
it doesn't take a band or trained
Musicians now
you can purchase loops to plug in online
They got beats ready made
On music apps
Don't need to meet the person
That made it
That's rap for you
In the here and now
There's no more Motown
Only me town
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