Forgot About Dre (16th Anniversary Remix)

So what happened to rap these days
Drunk keys to the tracks we bang
Used to be, that we would use the beat
To speak our mind and find us a happy place
But these days I can't be phased
Game corrupted and it can't be saved
Y'all are giving up your self-respect
You lie and cheat and buy just to grab these plays
And we all want to be the man
But you're Peter Pan, of little boy shit
And your rap career is still premature
You better hang it up like an abortion
I been sunny yo, been walking
They running for your lame horses
But I got the appetite to eat one
And still have room for three courses
When your rap become a soap opera
How do we get hit from Big Poppa
Who shot ya, when we used to beef
With emcees popped off they'd pop ya
Somebody please call the doctor
We need Dre back to detox ya
Cause nowadays it ain't the same
You anger someone and they may caps lock ya
Don't get me wrong
Nothing could be better than a deadly song
But I'm getting real sick and tired of these social media outbursts
Can we get a diss track and just get along?
Like damn, homie
Fifty, you were the man, homie
Gotta hit him with the pen like you did Ja Rule back in the day
Hit him with the pen and get him gone
Where the fuck he at?
All I know is somebody needs to speak up again
Cause it went from battling foes to reality shows
And we can't get enough of it
To who's playing with whose butt and shit
That there never should've gone public
But I rose in the concrete jungle to ruin us all
And that's why I don't trust a bit
So this doesn't appeal to the mainstream
I know it may seem, that I'm preaching out
But really it is more of a compassion for me
And I'm mean basically I'm just reaching out
To say hey, okay
I know I may be obligated even now
Cause at the end of the day
I know you're set in your ways
But you really gotta ask what it's even 'bout
Let's get back to the music
Fuck that chit-chat, better lose it
And I might get flak for the use of a pitiful thought
To bring it back to the booth
But I had to do this cause
Nowadays everybody wanna talk
Like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
The mother fuckers act like they forgot how to rap
Yeah