The music on the radio sucks. No variety. Nothing new or original. Thats the gist of it. Of course the play shit I like on the radio but overall. . .well. . you get the idea
Lyrics
La La La - Written by Sipho
A Naturally Dope Production
Verse 1
Good things take time to create so I bake
at three hundred and fifty degree's and I make
Something you can taste but it cant be traced
like CSI does when they on the case
Many rappers today are like microwaves
quick to heat but the skillz just not the same
Rhymes got no meat just bones and veins
they spit heat but they still got nothing to say
Taste like rice cakes cuz most rhymes are laced
with weak lines I cant breath I need a trac -
iotomy possibly my philosophy has got me
seeing red like a bull and no one can stop the
Verbal abrasions goose bumps I raise em
lyrical treason what is your reason
Music my passion for big bucks they trashin
this art with artificial flavor and saccharine
Sand granuals slip through open channels
in the hour glass of time I'm drawn to dismantle
The surface is scratched results from blasts
of origial thoughts are we free at last
On my soap box I spit and spat
I wanna cover my ears like a kid thats mad and say. .
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Verse 2
When the blind lead the blind shits hard to find
when the deaf and the dumb join up combine
Mix up this stuff hip hop and rhymes
no soul no shame just bling and shine
I grind my mind seeks souls my goal
unfold lost scrolls untold ya know
I should never have cover and hold my nose
but every time I listen to the radio
I surf the stations flip channels to replace them
but the same 10 songs stuck in heavy rotation
I wanna bury em 6 dudes to carry them
or better yet feed em to fish at the aquarium
Its so obnoxious does the government plot this
spoon feed the populous like rats in boxes
It makes me nauseous most tunes is toxic
uncomfortable like butts with cocks in
So natural to impressionable minds
its no wonder individuals are so maligned
Status quo most folks have hopes thats choked
but dont worry be happy is the dose they quote
On my soap box I spit and spat
I wanna cover my ears like a kid thats mad and say. .
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