Still Shot

(Half Chorus)(Slick)
...fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
That ain't real music
I dont, love that, love that, love that
Its just an illusion of a bloodbath
Subtract the tax they're taking from your soul
And now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own

(Rodney)
(?)

(Chorus)(Slick)
Parts of me have changed
But im still who i was from the start
So what if i make some change?
Im still in this for the art
I still got my crews back and we're 100's of miles apart
I speak of real love, while your music has no heart
So i say, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
That ain't real music
I dont, love that, love that, love that
Its just an illusion of a bloodbath
Subtract the tax they're taking from your soul
And now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own

(Slick)
Ayo, my craft is cardiovascular
I flip the script on you when i take out my lyrical spatula
Speaking of lyricism where's your lyrical passion bruh?
You hide it in the basement where you claiming you trap n' such?
Thats just fucked
I'd never let a dollar go and get the best of Rossler
No fellowship upon us
My only allegiance? With my homies who bleeding for the art
And take part in bestowing prestige, bitch

...i bet half of y'all didn't catch half of that
And i dont just mean the speed of my raps and crap
I mean when literally half of y'all rap, its crap
No poetry or meaning from whats shat out ya ass
You get no pats on your back, no "i tried my best" sticker
When rap vocab is just "swag, yolo, ......"
Y'all already know the 3rd word, i am not absurd sir
Im not about to play into you race card perverts

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
I do not give props to these lil Rugrats
Who come whack on the track
And be like "put the money in my pockets please"
Now i may not exactly be Socrates
Bit Hip Hop to me, contains Philosophy
Put in parts of me from deep inside with my lyrics
If you feel it go and give your volume knob a squeeze

Turn it up and shit, if you fucks with Slick
Let me hear you rap along, i spit that collagen
In other words its phat, with a "ph" i bring it back
Same Ross i was before my following
I dont let it affect my directional preferences
Fuck the main stream and their pseudo intelligence
Ima just do what i do for the hell of it
If i get made then i earned it, not fell on it

(Chorus)(Slick)
Parts of me have changed
But im still who i was from the start
So what if i make some change?
Im still in this for the art
I still got my crews back and we're 100's of miles apart
I speak of real love, while your music has no heart
So i say, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
That ain't real music
I dont, love that, love that, love that
Its just an illusion of a bloodbath
Subtract the tax they're taking from your soul
And now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own
Parts of me have changed
But im still who i was from the start
So what if i make some change?
Im still in this for the art
I still got my crews back and we're 100's of miles apart
I speak of real love, while your music has no heart
So i say, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
That ain't real music
I dont, love that, love that, love that
Its just an illusion of a bloodbath
Subtract the tax they're taking from your soul
And now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own
So i say, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
That ain't real music
I dont, love that, love that, love that
Its just an illusion of a bloodbath
Subtract the tax they're taking from your soul
And now all thats left of your pretty picture is what you dont own