The Music Scene

from Struggles of an Aspiring MC by SC Static & Militant Marxman

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lyrics

The Music Scene

(Verse 1)

Ayo these stars new in effect are far too incorrect
With cartoon intellect with all due disrespect
Your songs are quick hits then gone in the wind
So as far as lyrics I don’t even wanna fit in
Yo, cause that’s a recipe for bitter disaster
So I ain’t even technically considered a rapper
Blatantly intolerable and consciously unbearable
Cause honestly it’s terrible and not even comparable
To what I write, another night with the pen pressed
Cause I saw where they’re headed wasn’t right so I went left
Just in order to hold onto my strong soul
While most will dedicate their whole life to the wrong role
And stand in the way of the greatest and best skilled
Who play all positions but choose to stay out in left field
Including artists who were in it from the start of it
So I don’t want a part of it if it don’t got no heart in it

(Verse 2)

No matter image and regardless of status
I’ll remain one of the illest and the hardest of rappers
Relaying thoughts of pain expression with the same intention
Cause I would never change direction just to gain attention
Dyin’ my hair and buyin’ new gear
To try to appear inspired and look fly in the mirror
I’m doubted by these towns overcrowded by these clowns
Lack of lyricism that’s been overshadowed by these sounds
So most have grown bitter, given up and lost hope
Turned into a bold quitter, dissin’ on the wrong boat
Cause all these kids are either pitchin’ drugs or on dope
And none of us believe a single riddle that your song spoke
I know cause I’m that dude in the booth
Plus I’m the truth and I don’t need a tattoo as the proof
I just do what it do, blessin’ every verse that I lay
And permanently pennin’ every written word on the page