Werd
Leave This Behind (So Long)
Are you mad? I'm no mad...
I'm madder than Asian Nomads
With Genghis Khan on horseback
I'm pillaging villages killing n willing to leave your fucking throat slashed
So Know that. You’re hopeless
I'm (fucking) on that war path
And like a train crash; we kin scrap - take it off tracks
My focus, like locust
A plague if you don't notice
I infected as expected yet neglected see my motif
(And my motive)
Is reoccurring jokes with, fun poked at;
The scene and all that's seen
In this has-been, atrocious, dick-showing contest
(sigh) ... it all seems pointless
And as new rappers join us, it circles back the process
The progress...
And the ones that made it (or claim it)
Now just feel alienated

Are you radge? I'm no radge...
Amazed at these rapping torags
They saying, claiming, and aiming for fame
As if I didn't know that..
So hold back, that's so whack
I'm fucking sick of most rap
And not 'sick' as in 'sick with spits'
Like shit rappers boast at
I'm actually sick n pissed and live with this
And try and grow that
I planted a seed, and hoped to achieve
I believed that they'd support that
But face facts, they on Facebook
They 'like' that, but don't listen to
It's all pffttttt...
Now we all just look the same dude
Make moves, represent
But most of the time it's just resent
And a mix of regret...
I miss when this wasn't in my head