Never thought that I'd be caught
So where's the love gone?
Cause it was once strong but now it's changed up
Too many folks are starting being seen as a flawless fake thug
Money has come and taken over the business
Most of the artists in the music scene are focused on image
And it's close to the finish, looks become more integral than sound hats
*** mainstream chart songs, I won't listen to clowns rap
About things that don't relate to my struggle
Getting patient and puzzled, thinking of new ways I could hustle
When talentless pricks on TV will tell us they've made it
Money's not an issue for them, though they're rapping about a payslip
They've lost touch with why they started in the first place
It was changed for real once but now they've turned fake
Consumed by labels and deals, brainwashed idiots
Who try to trade the life of a millionaire who lives it up
Whilst splashing out on cars and cribs spending silly bucks
Reasoning executives, telling them they should mimic thugs
Still can't understand why artists use spitting for material possessions
Forgetting their true vision and people listen to their wack tunes
Basically saying that if you're not rich, *** 50 chicks holding a chain in cash
Then you're a bum with no place in society
I'm ceasing to see where the love is when they're lying to me
Cos there's more to life than fame and no it's not a game
But we're confused and for true the media is to blame
I feel like busting into flames and torching every face I see on the screen
Of the TV trust I'm filling up with rage, give me some space please
I stay real to the end of my days and cease to be caged in the mainstream
It gets deeper and we're all cynical, all criminal
Audible, rewardable for poor skilling
You could bring the source with you, war sits you
You stay broke if you're waiting for the lord to fix you
Chuck weight, then divorce issue
I forecourse *** you in most clubs which you are
Broad, slow, stop being played into
*** Bruce Willis, it's nothing that you say is true
I kill a sentinel, enter the new dimension
All forces, centrifugal, the extrasensory sensual
And how could there be anything but?
I stereotally it and telling me much
I'm barely in touch, I barely give ***
Rarely I'm stuck, ready and broke
Rhyming it up, stellium budge
We come like legion, there's many of us
You ain't getting up unless you're heavy as ***
You ain't getting up unless you're heavy as ***