Fake

[Verse 1]
Rappers are fake, and played out like bar soap
Originality and truth, I don't think so, nope
Ever hear of a blood talking about lollipops
Motherfuckers just a lot of talk
And radio filled with load of crock
A rapper claims to be a gangster?
When he wears skinny jeans, and shouts swagger
Who’s talking about the streets
When they’re rapping over pop-rap beats
And they're holding heat or a prop gun
When his or her style is overdone
Nothing about them is real
They're fake, nothing but shit and squeal
They're rapping about materialism and their wheels
Rapper's rap about their thing and crew
But fake rappers are about bling and what they don't do
They drop that same rhyme, all the time, on their lines
Making more songs to get spot-time on the radio
That's how they play, that's how they go

[Verse 2]
The mainstream rap game is a stupid
The music is fake, the rappers are diluted
Music awards cater for the mainstream people
The fake rap artists are right in the middle
The AMA's cater to what people want to see
What's the hottest, instead of quality
I guess that went out of style a few years ago
Commercializing the game for dough, and prime-time shows
And so, rap is making billions, so companies water it down
Flood the market with songs, so consumers drown
Milking it to the very last drop
So now rap is the back of every shop
Because there's no more good rap music to be in a front of a store
Because fake rap artists don't know what they're rapping for
Except for that one syllable word, cash
Fake rap equals bad music otherwise known as trash
Playing the latest hot pop hits
No love for the game, just love for the pockets

[Verse 3 - IATG]
You don't have to be tough now, it's all about clothes
Bankrolls and hoes, nobody cares about the ways of old
Screw the microphone, they only give a fuck if their ice is cold
Making their records gold and how much they sold
Music is dead, brains sprayed on the pavement
Real music is ancient, now it's all 'bout salary payment
I'm just sayin, Hip-Hop has become Shit-Pop
Rappers don't spit, they suck, just listen to Lift Off