havent droped anything in awhile, but jus finished this, please tell me what ya'll think.
facts, suburban boy getin' his joy from urban tracks,
head fulla raps, like a turban, but ya'll keep turnin' backs,
schnapps, bourban and jacks, im hurtin', bout to relapse,
like shady, baby i mabye crazy, but im merkin' these raps,
ima close the curtain on ya'll fake marshalls and weezy's,
the only martians that we see, is carter and marvin in 3D,
ya'll artists must be starvin' servin' garbage on ya CDs
my dreams see, real MCs chargin charts on TV,
we like where ya'll be? wale, kid cudi and cassidy,
ya'll need to be higher, if ya'll askin' me,
hip hop is just a mockery of what it used to be,
real recognition, take a listen to the roots or kweli,
aint bout material possessions, money, bitches or weapons,
show ur expressions lyrically, to an extent thats hip hops essence,
for what it's worth, im dreamin' for an urban convert,
waitin' for hip hop to emerge from the dirt and rebirth.