HIP HOP PLAGUE
THROW YOUR HANDS UP HIGH IF YOU LOVE HIP HOP. PUT YOUR BIG BOY PANTS ON FOR HIP HOP. TAKE YOUR TRAINING WHEELS OFF IF YOU LOVE HIP HOP. PUT YOUR HANDS UP HIGH IF YOU LOVE HIP HOP
THROW YOUR HANDS UP HIGH IF YOU LOVE HIP HOP. PUT YOUR BIG BOY PANTS ON FOR HIP HOP. TAKE YOUR TRAINING WHEELS OFF IF YOU LOVE HIP HOP. PUT YOUR HANDS UP HIGH IF YOU LOVE HIP HOP, HOP, HOP HOP HOP HOP
I DONE FUCKED EVERYBODY UP I'M AIRBORNE SICK, THE PLAGUE HAS BEEN RELEASED I'M AIRBORNE BITCH, INDEPENDENT NO BACKING RECORD LABELS STOP BITCHING, CAUSE YOUR RECORD SALES DEAD, SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES. NEVER HAD A MACHINE BEHIND ME, NEVER HAD A MILLION BUCKS, TEN ARTIST ON YOUR LABEL AND YOUR SHIT STILL SUCKS. ONE MILLION IN MARKETING DOLLARS DOWN THE DRAIN, WHAT A WASTE, YOU BITCHES COUDN'T COME CLEAN WITH HOOKERS, BLEACH, AND TOOTHPASTE. HATERS DON'T GET A PASS, CAUSE THEY TRIED TO STOP MY SHINE, FUCK ALL YALL, YOU DON'T GOTTA READ BETWEEN THE LINES. I DON'T NEED NO MOTAVATION, YEAH I DO THIS FOR MY FANS, I BEEN HOT GREASE JUMPING OUT THE FUCKING FRYING PAN, HOT LAVA FLOW BURN THROUGH THE EARTH'S CRUST, UNDER WATER I CAN STILL SPONTANEOUS COMBUST. OLYMPUS HAS FALLEN, THE INDUSTRY EXPOSED, THE INTERNET STRIPPED EM, BUT NAKED, NO CLOTHES. FABRICATED VIEWS, SOCIAL MEDIA HYPE, STILL COULDN'T HELP YOUR ASS GET FIRE ON THE MIC. I'M A LIGHTNING STRIKE WITH NO DIRECTION, I CAN STRIKE AT ANY SECOND, I'M FOUR GREEN LIGHTS, AT THE SAME FUCKING INTERSECTION. DO YOUR SELF A FAVOR, RUN YOUR LYRICS THROUGH THE SHREDDAR, AND WRITE YOUR SELF NOTE, SAYING BITCH DO BETTER. I EAT RAPPERS FOR BREAKFAST, THEN I REGURGITATE, CAUSE I DON'T WANT SHIT IN MY SYSTEM THAT AINT GREAT. YOU COULDN'T GET A LIGHT IF YOU SWALLOWED A BUILDING, AND FPL HIRED YOU, YOUR WIFE AND CHILDREN. I'M SICK, I'M TWISTED, I'M NOT FROM THIS UNIVERSE, WHEN I DIE, SEND ME BACK TO SPACE IN A UNIHEARSE. THE TRACK IS MY VICTIM, I THINK HE PRESSING CHARGES, WHY I DIDN'T KILL'EM THE DEVIL SAID I WAS HEARTLESS. YOUR FLOW IS SO INFANT, YOU GOTTA TODDLER FLOW, YOUR LYRICS STILL UNDEVELOPED EMBRYO. I'M A NIGHTMARE FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU I GOT SKILLS, AND I TALK WITH A LISP, I GOT VENOM IN MY GILLS. LAST MIC I SPIT ON I BURNED IT TO A CRISP, I'M NO LONGER ALLOWED IN THE BOOTH, I BURN SHIT. TWO FIRE EXTINGUISHERS, TWO FIRE TRUCKS, AND HE STILL ON FIRE, MOTHERFUCKERS GOOD LUCK.
WRITTEN BY GHOST BLACK
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released November 30, 2018
Produced by Diamond Style Productions
Written by Ghost Black
