Hip Hop today is four parts short of a full course meal For glutenous music lovers, give us a beat we can feel On top of that lyricism is a very rare skill Just like the DJ's that carried crates before we went digital I know everyone love to buy new sh*t But is it that great 90 percent of rap needs to be about it How can I blame the rappers when a "banger" means a hit An obsession for 3 weeks and we label it a classic I'm not acting cocky and I don't give a damn if it's rude I demand a lot of my music and you should too Blazed a beat and crushed the cuts just to educate you But most of you won't even listen unless it's "WorldStar" cool I put in work for days to cook up something nutritional Damn…I should of rhymed about twerking then insert the subliminal (If I Ruled the World) I'd put an end to the constant consumption of #FastFoodMusic The digital age is flooding the air waves Blogs looking for hits feeding you brain AIDs and we keep buying into it No care at all for what they influence Yet we embrace these corrupted humans Fabricated persona's the minority image ruined Brothers and sisters losing their lives over what "true" is It seems like every other music genre is Buddhist While we kill each other just to prove we can do it All this violence and beefing i'm not into it. For me it's always been about the music. Loving and grooving, creating a union, that's the movement So stop and think about what you're doing Destroying the futures of our won for the almighty dollar, maybe two of them Why is it your owns the only life you are improving? Let's reflect on how we give back to the people buying our music (If I Ruled the World) I'd put an end to the constant consumption of #FastFoodMusic In my lab it's like being back in the 90's kid there are still cats putting out real dope music It's not hard to find, but you gotta search hard for it or hit me up on twitter, I'll put you on to it The kind of tunes that stimulate your mind with rhyme Unforgettable music for unforgettable times Music fit to be the soundtrack for your life Not the constant glorification of fictitious crime In other fords the brainwashing of impressionable minds Your own covertly enslaving you with the power of rhyme and we walk around like everything is just fine Until a black kid in a hoodie gets murdered by a "white" guy Damn… yo this is the biggest Trayvonsty of all time But where the hell ya'll been at for all the black on black crime (If I Ruled the World) I'd put an end to the constant consumption of #FastFoodMusic

Young Papa Lil Weasel: Yo come in. Homie: Yo lil weasel we got a problem. The IRS say we owe back taxes, and we just spent all the money we had on new whips, bullet proof vests, that syrup, and diamonds to put up our a$$ cause thats whats hot now. YPL Weasel: Sh*t! I guess I gotta make a banger right quick. Tell that cat from back in the day from the suburbs we moved from to come to the ghetto to get hood respect he now officially part of the YPLWE team, and I need a beat in the next 30 seconds or he's fired, and you fired too. Homie: You want a lot of bass right? YPL Weasel: 29, 28, 27… Homie: Aight aight shit…. I'm going i'm going…damn… YPL Weasel: What kind of stupid question was that. Of course I want a lot of bass. What a dumba$$ yo…Aight I gotta warm up my rap voice….

I got them diamonds in my butt Killer Mike and El P can't Run My Jewels now Go to the strip club, I ain't bring no cash Why? I got diamonds up my ass I tip them strippers with the tissues Bring em back to the room, they say my shit delicious They wipe they mouth off and then I tell em yo The biggest diamond ain't come out yet hoe B*tch you better work for it, you better work Let me see you tweak for it, you better tweak Before i get mad hoe, and put all them diamonds back up my a$$ yo That shiny sh*t ya love it You wanna rub and tug it Licking a$$ like carving pumpkins Sh*t tastes like Baskin Robins Diamonds be your favorite topping In the club bottles we popping Hell nah I won't take you shopping Shut up hoe, get the shhhlopin I lace my d*ck with adrenal So when you suck it I got your full attention from tip to balls I f*ck my fans for fun Not the male ones You know why? Cause f*ck them For real though, f*ck them hungry n*gga's Keep buying my sh*t though My next house gone be 9 figures Happy Birthday to me Give me everything in your wallets Actually here's my routing number Just deposit it All ya'll n*gga's lames You smell like b*tch to me That's why i f*cked yo mama Last Century My seed you grew to be Yo ain't getting no cash from me Get up out my face with no diamonds Gee

What is it exactly you are expecting to be here? Well now that I have your attention please make sure you share my album with all your friends on the internet and in person. We need to educate the ones we love about the dangers of constant consumption of #FastFoodMusic. Much Respect.