Paradoxically

(Mic check)

Bros and hoes
Not before or below
I'm smokin all this dope
On my slow, Melodic flow
I don't like how in the game
Everyone can sound the same
So I focus on the words
That I concur these bitches can spit
And it's disappointing
But this trend is gonna die eventually
As we get more
Logic and Coles
And as history shows
Hip Hop is gonna be darker
Than the yesterday's tomorrow
So when I look up to heaven
Or rather down to hell
I see our fuckin idols
But I can't fuckin tell
If they even tryna see us
Or even who's reachin
For the top
My mic drops
Like my jaw
When I see

Paradoxically
Hip Hop is being
Treated like a commodity
When both sides of the
Game are like lions to me
Roaring that the other side
Is like a different society
But all I hear is the lying of MCs

When I see
Paradoxically
That they used to be the same
As the trend that I hate
And they used to tear themselves apart
Cause everyone sounded like a cardboard
Cut out of the same MC
Just like nowadays
but the methods, they have changed
Lyricism is a slave to the past, hypocrites
And it's poignant
But listen they got a point
They focus on the words
And you focus on the noise
But now what's bothering me is that
Some of you are "rappers"
But even your couplets are fuckin trash
So I guess question is

Paradoxically
Hip Hop is being
Treated like a commodity
When both sides of the
Game are like lions to me
Roaring that the other side
Is like a different society
But all I hear is the lying of MCs

So I guess question is
Paradoxically
Am I competing with an equal
Or am I looking in a mirror?
I can't even begin to see you as a warrior
Yea they bump the 90s
But can they see the times change?
And yea they bump the new groups
And no one from the other side can even tell who's who!
You like what you like
I don't judge or diss
I play more lyricists
But you better believe that my beats are still heat!
I'm obsessed with making every song hit like a semi - truck
But it's like tryna fill a cupboard with a monster truck
My thesaurus in a garbage truck
Cause when I eat it up
I bring rhymes so sick you'll be throwing it up
Like a physics major
Trying to wolf down his text book
Thinking
"If a brook was moving so fast it made a blur
Then how long would it take before I looked and it would hurt?"
Cause Paradoxically
I only think about things that don't even matter
But when I remember why I'm here
It's like this whole song shatters
So listen I need y'all to ponder
What I wonder
About the game of hip hop
If rappin' is like a pattern
If anything is to take away
From the hookless shit that I write
Throughout my days and nights
It's that everything is gonna be al-fuckin-right
Jesus Christ