State of Affairs

[Verse 1]

Sometimes I just zone and write bars everyday
Nothin' much, you know, I just... scribble the page
Writing rhymes is an escape and how I relax
And all of my good days ends with lacin' a track
But ignore all o' that, this one is taking me back
To the days of getting beats and first starting to rap
Back then it was...kinda cool for rapping dudes
'Cause pretty much everyone sorta had clue
What it means to emcee, and not wastin' a beat
It was sorta like, not being snide when you greet
Girls being discreet
Music and heartbeats
Sacrificing your seat
Man, all o' that feat
Yeah!

[Bridge]
Yeah, man, you know, back in the day it was kinda cool though, it's
Not like today, man
Nowadays cats is like....

[Verse 2]
Living the lavish from rhymes that are average
I do wonder if in niggas' domes there's a cabbage
Or just vegetables that are not quite edible
Broiled so much that they've lost all minerals
The key-point, niggas make weak-ass joints
With beats sounding like a good reason for annoyance
The message is clear so let me get to the point, it's...
You cats ain't real, you're just flamboyant
The fact is today, there's less respect for the art
And everybody wants to see their name on a chart
I mean, last I seen, it could easily drop
So I dare you, a dare to write some shit from the heart
Basically, nowadays when you rhyme there's a catch, it's:
You need to be aware that it's a fallible practice
If you want a sewage where your mouth will drain
Join this industry and find faeces aside your name
Do away with your decency, your pride and shame
To proclaim your legacy of risin' fame
This illusion has hip hop in a perilous clout
I know a few Do know what I'm talkin' about
And it may not even help tryna speak out
But seriously? We need to back-track and re-route
Sometimes I just feel like we can bury this corpus
Have this era in a permanent stage of rigor mortis