Rap Nerds

I'm still on a mission
I'm still slaughterin' competition
Your kill shot is missin'
You can drop the gimmicks
Standin' in front of cars that tinted
But they're all just rented
You're often timid
Despite all this talk of winnin'
The way you talk when spittin'
Is not the way you talk to women
In real life, it feels like you might be
Embellishing slightly
They high key jealous
Whether Margielas or Nikes

Ya don't need an intricate rhyme scheme
Or tight beats produced by Mike Dean
For views and live streams
Or a lightning fast flow for cash flow
The music's never done
There's room for everyone
On this damn boat
You can make tracks for the dance folks
But if you tell a story or make a point, that's dope
What if I told you you don't have to choose, you can have both?
A hit that has meaning
You can have the fans eating
Out the palm of your hands easy

Musical preference is subjective
That's an obvious fact
I'm tryin' to pull a rabbit out of his hat
But not every sound that I rap
Is about making the audience gasp
But guess what? I'm next up
I'm a problem in fact
What if I told you that the confident brags
Were camouflaging the fact
That I'm very self-conscious
And I'm conscious of that?
What if I'm not just a fan
Of conscious rap, but also trap
Even pop; in fact, I'd opt for that over your obnoxious act

Yeah, you can spit bars
But do you have what it takes
To make a hit song?
Save the punchlines for the sitcom
When it's crunch time
Do you get picked or picked on?
They dissect the verses
Of every wordsmith
Make sure it's nothin' less than perfect
I'm not certain if the message works, if
It's effective or in essence worthless
If you enunciate, stress or slur it
It's nothin' great, you pretend it's pureness
You mumble makin' your sentence blur, quit
Your tour is more like a lecture circuit
What makes your presence worth it?

Your shit is wack, your fans don't hear it
They sit and act like they demand dope lyrics
Even though it isn't coherent
The glasses they have are colored rose
So they won't smear it
I'm tired of this corny shit
I'm not inspired, it gets boring quick
I'm not sure if it's the sort of kids with disorders supporting it
It probably felt like it was sorta lit when you recorded it
But there's gotta be more to it
Your cadence, your delivery
Your presence on the stage, the way you exhibit things
The way you behave in this industry
Here's a shout out to the greats, you didn't make the list
If you a rap god, I'm an atheist

I'm sick and tired of these rap nerds
You know, you got the game backwards
If I hear another wack verse, I'll attack first
And have your ass in the back of a black hearse

You are just a rap nerd
I know you got the fame; yeah, sure...
But you are not a factor, you're an actor
I hate your adjectives, nouns, and your adverbs
You are just a rap nerd