The Fall Of Rap by Kaz the Shinigami Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We in a new era of rap
Dunno if it fades to black or it's just a Mass Effect
Without beats I mass debate and these lil niggas masturbate
I contemplate
Whether I should rusticate em?
From rap college is there a way to save em?
In need of rap knowledge they need to see Em
This that rap anthology we studied the biology
Debate it like philosophy but fuck it like theology
We spit real rap shit they just fappity fap
It's that boom bap shit not that trappity trap
We spit that real shit lil niggas cappity cap
I pitty these niggas from evеry city to city
From Biggie to Pac, now Iggy to fuck Lil whatever
How thе rap game done change like the weather?
These lil rappers sound the same they ain't even with it
Give em a stage without a beat they wouldn't even spit shit
Put em on stage without a ghost they wouldn't even write shit
Hatata hatata like really nigga?
They say you can't rhyme orange with orange
But I got so much range from sporange to door hinge
And then to porridge but you got laryngitis
You couldn't even bite this
You just like Nick you wildin out you wouldn't even try this
You just a eunuch you ain't got balls just trap
Saw it in a dream this the fall of rap
Smoking chain on a train Pakalolo Express
But I digress the rap game's under massive duress
All these new rap bitches sound the same
Like, "press press press" card boxes ain't got stress
Lil girl if you wanna be gangsta rap bitch
Just lower your dress and go read a book
Maybe you might leave these old heads really shook
This just one big verse everything written I don't need a hook
This how I'm really spittin, "did I leave you shook?"
It's these lil jits with the fake Glocks in hand
They got a lotta cocks in their mouths
It's no wonder they mumble too much
I wonder didn't K.dot humble em much?
Aight I'm just kiddin man, to each his own
Rap or trap, black white, left right, old or new
It's just mind over matter so I see shit in grey
Cause it don't even matter at the end of the day
[Bridge]
Ay man I ain't no Em I gotta breath for a minute fr
That was too much heat I nead an umbrella
Fuck a beat let's switch it up trapcapella
[Verse 2]
Okay mumblin mumblin mumblin ay
I beat my meat to my beats ay
I get a bag then i fumble it ay
I got your bitch sippin bubbly ay
I fuck that bitch cause she basic ay
She such my dick in the public ayy
I'm getting the cash the commas hey
Bitch gave me head and then put me in coma
Said my whip is silent like bumble bee
You is not Kenny can't humble me
She gimme head with the double D
That's why we call it a paizuri
I think I'm done...
It's Kaz man, Kaz the Shinigami
We in a new era of rap
Dunno if it fades to black or it's just a Mass Effect
Without beats I mass debate and these lil niggas masturbate
I contemplate
Whether I should rusticate em?
From rap college is there a way to save em?
In need of rap knowledge they need to see Em
This that rap anthology we studied the biology
Debate it like philosophy but fuck it like theology
We spit real rap shit they just fappity fap
It's that boom bap shit not that trappity trap
We spit that real shit lil niggas cappity cap
I pitty these niggas from evеry city to city
From Biggie to Pac, now Iggy to fuck Lil whatever
How thе rap game done change like the weather?
These lil rappers sound the same they ain't even with it
Give em a stage without a beat they wouldn't even spit shit
Put em on stage without a ghost they wouldn't even write shit
Hatata hatata like really nigga?
They say you can't rhyme orange with orange
But I got so much range from sporange to door hinge
And then to porridge but you got laryngitis
You couldn't even bite this
You just like Nick you wildin out you wouldn't even try this
You just a eunuch you ain't got balls just trap
Saw it in a dream this the fall of rap
Smoking chain on a train Pakalolo Express
But I digress the rap game's under massive duress
All these new rap bitches sound the same
Like, "press press press" card boxes ain't got stress
Lil girl if you wanna be gangsta rap bitch
Just lower your dress and go read a book
Maybe you might leave these old heads really shook
This just one big verse everything written I don't need a hook
This how I'm really spittin, "did I leave you shook?"
It's these lil jits with the fake Glocks in hand
They got a lotta cocks in their mouths
It's no wonder they mumble too much
I wonder didn't K.dot humble em much?
Aight I'm just kiddin man, to each his own
Rap or trap, black white, left right, old or new
It's just mind over matter so I see shit in grey
Cause it don't even matter at the end of the day
[Bridge]
Ay man I ain't no Em I gotta breath for a minute fr
That was too much heat I nead an umbrella
Fuck a beat let's switch it up trapcapella
[Verse 2]
Okay mumblin mumblin mumblin ay
I beat my meat to my beats ay
I get a bag then i fumble it ay
I got your bitch sippin bubbly ay
I fuck that bitch cause she basic ay
She such my dick in the public ayy
I'm getting the cash the commas hey
Bitch gave me head and then put me in coma
Said my whip is silent like bumble bee
You is not Kenny can't humble me
She gimme head with the double D
That's why we call it a paizuri
I think I'm done...
It's Kaz man, Kaz the Shinigami