Trapped!
Joe Morgan, this one's for you
All that mumble rap
Am I about to tear it up, depends on who is asking
Once I'm finished with you trappers, no way you'll fit in a casket
Start a lyrical earthquake, talking a natural disaster, turn the tables, 808 abusers
Kicks and hi-hats rattling, your favourite rapper rhymed identical words
Together out of habit, getting drugged up on the mic
Now look at the throwaway rapping you're sat in, I am just a rapper man
I like to bend words to my fancy, while you taking a dip in the medicine cabinet
Popping a couple of Xanax still dabbling
Trapped
Lame trappers' flows are slower than a tar spill
Trapped
Fake wannabes too young to drive a car still
Trapped
Take the scalp and send their heads back in a parcel
Trapped
Can you keep up well I doubt it you barely speak English your prowess in reading is partial
Trapped
Y'all just mumble on a track and call it music
Trapped
Any haters wanting beef you'll get a bruising
Trapped
This is my challenge, you should take the heat and duel me
Trapped
Fewer bars than the phone signal on a cruise ship
Disrespecting actual addicts, trivialising their physical hell, glamorise depression
Telling your fans that you care about mental health
Look how dare you take advantage of the people who need help
Why you got no empathy stop flexing, showing off your wealth
Ring your parents to pick you up and give your mother back her necklace
I feel bad for them the child they raised turned out to be so feckless
In a crowd of artists you take up the part of talentless hecklers
Can't believe they could let you take promethazine and drink purple lean
Why they so reckless
What you doing in the booth should be in college, treat your girlfriend right
Start getting your résumé polished, sack your ghostwriters
Or pay them some homage feed you in a high chair, barely onto solids
Speak to your elders and appreciate your friends
Write what's in your heart and don't be tempted onto trends
Instead you coming up so much I'll bet you have the bends
In a few years you will break down in tears, make a wish that you didn't pretend
Trapped
Lame trappers' flows are slower than a tar spill
Trapped
Fake wannabes too young to drive a car still
Trapped
Take the scalp and send their heads back in a parcel
Trapped
Can you keep up well I doubt it you barely speak English your prowess in reading is partial
Trapped
Y'all just mumble on a track and call it music
Trapped
Any haters wanting beef you'll get a bruising
Trapped
This is my challenge, you should take the heat and duel me
Trapped
Fewer bars than the phone signal on a cruise ship
Real talk I didn't start from the bottom, and if you ask where I come from
I'd tell you from Yorkshire in England so different from Compton
The rap lifestyle at its core is so disgusting and rotten
You'd rather sell your brother out then let your name be forgotten
Acting like white musicians blatantly stole the style of hip-hop
Count up in hundreds how many MC's got a hook or a cadence you ripped off
Warning my verses come through and they slappin
Think paving stone meeting with flip flop, checking my privilege
You should be embarrassed a white man goes in like a Phoenix
So wack I don't hate you, I feel pity
Fresh out of prison you ain't a good kid on the grind in a mad city
As a great big wave has passed me I thought I would be more mellow
But your actions got me riled seems you're more dumb than Bodak Yellow
Writing snoozers for consumers who are presumably thicker than Jello (Worldwide Choppers)
Rip off my shirt and then beat on my chest, cause I beat all the rest
And I'm easy impressed, but you bombed on the test, and I'm not really stressed
Your producers hard pressed, if you try to respond then your label distressed
World like fire on a pond, finally reaching the crest, trying to catch me I'm gone
Trapped
Don't take credit for the accolades you haven't earned
Trapped
I mean no disrespect, I don't expect it in return
Trapped
High on percocets, you're too tripped out to feel the burn
Trapped
Annihilate your very particles, they call me CERN
Trapped
I thought you had the courage, switch and go against the grain
Trapped
As long as there is money in it, you will ride the train
Trapped
And all you care about is taking meds and being vain
Trapped
Left your father's house, in twenty days you're back again
All that mumble rap
Am I about to tear it up, depends on who is asking
Once I'm finished with you trappers, no way you'll fit in a casket
Start a lyrical earthquake, talking a natural disaster, turn the tables, 808 abusers
Kicks and hi-hats rattling, your favourite rapper rhymed identical words
Together out of habit, getting drugged up on the mic
Now look at the throwaway rapping you're sat in, I am just a rapper man
I like to bend words to my fancy, while you taking a dip in the medicine cabinet
Popping a couple of Xanax still dabbling
Trapped
Lame trappers' flows are slower than a tar spill
Trapped
Fake wannabes too young to drive a car still
Trapped
Take the scalp and send their heads back in a parcel
Trapped
Can you keep up well I doubt it you barely speak English your prowess in reading is partial
Trapped
Y'all just mumble on a track and call it music
Trapped
Any haters wanting beef you'll get a bruising
Trapped
This is my challenge, you should take the heat and duel me
Trapped
Fewer bars than the phone signal on a cruise ship
Disrespecting actual addicts, trivialising their physical hell, glamorise depression
Telling your fans that you care about mental health
Look how dare you take advantage of the people who need help
Why you got no empathy stop flexing, showing off your wealth
Ring your parents to pick you up and give your mother back her necklace
I feel bad for them the child they raised turned out to be so feckless
In a crowd of artists you take up the part of talentless hecklers
Can't believe they could let you take promethazine and drink purple lean
Why they so reckless
What you doing in the booth should be in college, treat your girlfriend right
Start getting your résumé polished, sack your ghostwriters
Or pay them some homage feed you in a high chair, barely onto solids
Speak to your elders and appreciate your friends
Write what's in your heart and don't be tempted onto trends
Instead you coming up so much I'll bet you have the bends
In a few years you will break down in tears, make a wish that you didn't pretend
Trapped
Lame trappers' flows are slower than a tar spill
Trapped
Fake wannabes too young to drive a car still
Trapped
Take the scalp and send their heads back in a parcel
Trapped
Can you keep up well I doubt it you barely speak English your prowess in reading is partial
Trapped
Y'all just mumble on a track and call it music
Trapped
Any haters wanting beef you'll get a bruising
Trapped
This is my challenge, you should take the heat and duel me
Trapped
Fewer bars than the phone signal on a cruise ship
Real talk I didn't start from the bottom, and if you ask where I come from
I'd tell you from Yorkshire in England so different from Compton
The rap lifestyle at its core is so disgusting and rotten
You'd rather sell your brother out then let your name be forgotten
Acting like white musicians blatantly stole the style of hip-hop
Count up in hundreds how many MC's got a hook or a cadence you ripped off
Warning my verses come through and they slappin
Think paving stone meeting with flip flop, checking my privilege
You should be embarrassed a white man goes in like a Phoenix
So wack I don't hate you, I feel pity
Fresh out of prison you ain't a good kid on the grind in a mad city
As a great big wave has passed me I thought I would be more mellow
But your actions got me riled seems you're more dumb than Bodak Yellow
Writing snoozers for consumers who are presumably thicker than Jello (Worldwide Choppers)
Rip off my shirt and then beat on my chest, cause I beat all the rest
And I'm easy impressed, but you bombed on the test, and I'm not really stressed
Your producers hard pressed, if you try to respond then your label distressed
World like fire on a pond, finally reaching the crest, trying to catch me I'm gone
Trapped
Don't take credit for the accolades you haven't earned
Trapped
I mean no disrespect, I don't expect it in return
Trapped
High on percocets, you're too tripped out to feel the burn
Trapped
Annihilate your very particles, they call me CERN
Trapped
I thought you had the courage, switch and go against the grain
Trapped
As long as there is money in it, you will ride the train
Trapped
And all you care about is taking meds and being vain
Trapped
Left your father's house, in twenty days you're back again
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Writer(s): John Hughes
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