[Verse 1]
Could Hip-Hop get any sloppier ?
Everybody's a cocky killer that be repping the Mafia
Wiggers pull triggers
Correctional officers talk about how they gonna wet ya n' body ya
Where is the logic ?
Gotta be honest man, the hottest artists out now are probably holograms
All these rappers always yapping the N bomb
When crackers make up half the fans they depend on
Shit is wrong
Why put out your silly song
If the whites in the crowd ain't allowed to sing along ?
They rich and proud
Check what they keep buying
Yet Drake keeps crying and Kanye keeps whining like « Huh... » Maybe I'm stuck in the ninetees
Pink pants and face tats doesn't fucking define me
Go head, call me cracker with no swag
You can't even flow fag
Just a rapper I casually toe-tag
Your fans will be so sad like when Canibus choked bad
And couldn't even read that phoney crap from his Notepad
I've got high caliber vocab
I'm the true thing
I cannot be moved by all the crack that your crew sling
You brag and your jewels bling
You act like the new king
And Tracky autotune makes you talentless fools sing
Fuck you and the whip you banging this tune in
Fuck the word swag and the slang that you using
Listen
[Bridge]
I just, I just
I ain't a rapper
I just, I just
I ain't a rapper
I just, I just

[Verse 2]
New school ain't in their right mind
The entire text message generation ain't able to write rhymes
Just a bunch of punchlines with no connections between 'em
Fictional bullshit and kids actually believe 'em
Rappers try go viral and find the tools
Guys will do anything for likes and views
Why not use a camera and a dynamite stick
Stick it up your ass, light the fuse ?
So the globe can watch you blow up fast, you lifeless fools
Cats create buzzes, captivate a fanbase
Others make covers, Mac will make his pancakes
Is this Macklemore a better rapper than Kendrick ?
How did he manage to get that award ?
Man I don't get it
Youtube was invented so that losers get heard
So you wiggers get excused when you use the N word
So you can prove that you's a killer, spewing ten slurs
Wishing death with every sentence
You foolish net nerds and emo-geeks have never seen no streets But post mediocre schemes over Primo beats
I know that
I could beat your mic up, but today rappers don't rap
They just keyboard-cypher so
[Bridge]
All these crews with their macks out
Forty goons up in the background
All these dumb hits, tracks that lack substance
And all the autotune up in their raps now
Rush your bars they don't matter
Just rely on crazy swagger
Do your thing focus on your stupid bling but if that shit's rap (shit's rap, shit's rap, shit's rap)

[Bridge] [x2]
I ain't a rapper
I just, I just
I ain’t a rapper
I just rap a lot

[Outro]