The Soundtrack by Wes Freeman Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This one has no swagger
Nope, this is wrote, for those who throw daggers
At those staggering, vocabers
In other words, those who don't matter
And show that they're, the reason this culture goes backwards
For them lyrical toe-taggers, who spit new flow patterns
To lift the quo status, and go after, them pro bastards
Back like chiropractors, to leave your souls captured
Music that can renew you in close caption
I spit for those with no cash &, you spit solely to cash in
It's so sad when, music has no passion
If I'm old fashioned, your music is cold trash then
I spit for the new kids in rap
Promise to feed you syllables, similes, as similac
What y'all ain't understandin' is that
This new generation of cats, are only gonna mimic that
So this is unusual evolution
Get used to it, a musical revolution
I found a suitable resolution
To the problem and performed it with beautiful execution
And I'll never change or switch up
I help them weather the storm, you make it rain in the strip club
Profound rap, bringin' Motown back
So kids help me sing it now, revolution's soundtrack
[Hook] 2X
If you ain't got nothing to say
If you ain't got nothing to say
If you ain't got nothing to say
If you ain't got nothing to say
Please.....Don't say nothing at all
Just don't say anything at all
Just don't say shit at all
Please don't say anything at all

{Applause}