A Message To The Industry

[Kal EL]

you stare hard at me through the 6 foot personel
I know nigga Skills are respected but Bullshit sell
Being real is subjective, its in the eyes of Viacom
Cuzz you cannot handle an MC that spits Napalm
Gun, Hoes, and clothes has your flow too fat and lazy
But did you know that your Ex girl just paged me
Seems you couldn’t reach the spots that she needed touched
So she called Kal to get those Suga walls air brushed
I saw the video, you was all oiled up looking hard with the females
But then again homosexual thuggary with them is always big sales
They don’t know no better than to listen to the beat
Cuzz ladies just wanna shake they ass and move they feet
But the hood is talking and niggas is a buzz
We smelled something on you, man what it was
Oh yeah, bitch and the smell is getting worse
Your shit sounds too predictable and well rehearsed
How you thug and gangsta on the cover of a white teen mag
And how you looking hard on Rollin Stone, real fag
But the masses can be asses led by the puppeteers
And the hood isn’t stupid and that’s why u steer clear
Your fear is growing and your soul is a mess
Bout time to go to church find and preist to confess
That you a fake, a phony, a bad figment of a teenage imagination
Set to some real wanna be thuggary filled with masturbation
Nutted on by the Record Execs who would break your neck
If you rhymed like an MC who had some fuckin respect
Yo you a raptist raping the mother, the soul of our art
I can see the Bitch in you and you have no heart
Don’t matter how many records you sell or you sold
MC’in is ageless but rappin’ is getting old

[bez]

Fucking dope.

Like my rhyming technique.  Liked it mate.