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lyrics
You come in here all like, "Yo, I'm da best,
I got studio monitors!" Is this clown serious?
You don't produce, never made a single one of your beats—
coppin' instrumental mp3s from Jay-z.
And all you rap about is how you get so faded;
you a super tough guy and you're so not gay, man;
all those scary guns you got; and the size of your penis.
"Dawg, even ask my homie...I-I mean, not that he's seen it."
But I just don't give a shit how hard you think you are, see?
And I really don't care how rich you pretendin' to be,
how you got pretty clothes and shiny new shoes—
man, none of that shit'll make me respect you.
'Cuz hip-hop ain't about bitches, bubbly, or blunts,
bein' a baller with bullets or the baddest boy on the block.
Ain't about you overcompensatin' insecure fakers,
it's about emcees and deejays and painters and breakers.
Chorus:
You not hip-hop (you not hip-hop)
and nobody cares when your album drops. (nobody cares)
Your rhymes couldn't be sadder,
you just don't matter,
you're a minor league rapper and you need to stop. (do the world a favor)
This track ain't even about the fact you can't rap,
or the Xbox headset that you used for your vocal track.
It also ain't about how fuckin' awful your mix is,
or even how your subject content's so repetitious.
My beef is that you emulatin' somethin' you're not.
You tryin' to be just like the shit that's killin' hip-hop—
this self-referential, insulated bullshit.
No fuckin' substance, they rappin' 'bout their necklaces.
See if hip-hop's all about the shit you do 'cuz you're rich,
then why's some dude makin' a demo tryin' to write about it?
'Cuz hip-hop 101 is that you gotta be you,
but you tryin' to write about some shit you never been through.
Callin' cats haters when they say you're absurd.
How the fuck we s'posed to hate on shit we ain't even heard?
No rep to speak of, no one thinks you're the bomb.
You got a track called "Superstar", while you live with your mom? Come on…
Chorus
Nobody cares about your album, baby.
No, no, no, no not even ya mamma,
and she got it for free,
she didn't even have to give you a single penny.
And it never hit her CD player.
Nobody cares.
Nobody cares.
credits
from Temptations of the Fresh,
released June 22, 2011
Written and Produced by Klopfenpop
Melodies by Babyback
I love this whole album: It just captures a wide range of experiences and affects the listener with a wide range of emotions.
I first liked this album because of the nerdcore elements, but I fell in love when I realized that these verses were true poetry, speaking to a deeper truth and beauty unlike most hip-hop I've heard. "A Poet" exemplifies this with its bittersweet message about how poetry is not valued. This is the first hip-hop tune I've ever shed a tear over.
Take a bow, Mega Ran. platinumazure
This album came out of nowhere, and is as epic as the game. There's a grit and true understanding of how the game portrays itself in this music. kai_myst