I can write all I want but I’ll never get big
Tell me movies are the closest you’ll get to Hollywood kid
I sit back and accept it
Cuz reality is deceptive
These rappers represent it
Whom I looked up to for inspiration
But they went in following
Expectations of blessings he offered them
Hiding from fans their true intentions
Withholding feelings like a fag in the closet
Sold their souls
To the overlord
Of the underworld
Mutherfucka Luicifoe
No need to flow no moe
Their Santa Claus, watch the elf’s son
Ghostwriters, Sit back, relax, produce albums
Fucking bums eating scum drinking cum
Come, come, he tells me on the phone
Just trying to bone, and blow a load in my palm
Come to the dark side of wand
Fucking faggot, I rather eat maggots
Then worship him, singing hymns
Outta his book of revelations
If I don’t sell my soul then it’s done
My road to stardom is gone
Like all the Kush out of a bong
Just the resin of what could have become

My dreams will last long until I pass
Real Hip-Hop shattered like glass
Apostles of rap
Conveyed a message through a bottle
Now all been capped
Music industry, full of Beverly’s
Pure silicone, no more beauty
Once cover girl to the industry
Maybe it was Maybelline
Maybe it was make believe
Tell me with sincerity, Cuz
The love you had for me was sexy
When you exposed your body
Your physique
Captured my eyes as I listened silently
Flooding my soul with emotion
Feeling n every song had meaning
Now it means nothing
You broke our engagement
Our love is vanquished
We no longer form an attachment
Tell me these conspiracies are false
Tell me you’re not bonding with the devil at all
Honestly honesty is the key
With all honesty tell me why you left me
Stranded with fragmented fabricated memories
I’m not Sherlock Holmes, for me it’ll stay a mystery
Tell me please…
Hip Hop will never be the same b