Dumb It Down

I'm something different than you used to I'm the new face of the new school Look how I'm put together perfect with so many loose screws I tentatively titillate your mind like music used to That mumble shit is dead and if you mad about boo-hoo I'm an anomalous oddity survived abortion and lobotomy A devilish heaven-sent retarded child prodigy dichotomy Trap trap blah blah My god at the monotony Lemme guess you squashed a beef by cocking heat? Stop it please I don't mean to sound all fucking passive aggressive What I'm actually suggesting Is the biggest gap in rap between the past to the present Lies in quality of knowledge and ideology nested Insides of the heads of you, the consumers of music instead of the artists expressing it Let's talk the subtleties of Socrates The dangers of democracy Or how monopoly based economies tend to turn into technocracies I could rap the entire philosophy Of diagenes Melodically Who the fuck is stopping me I know what it's gotta be Y'all avoiding consciousness consciously Or maybe Mediadiah Bankerstien controls your content through his market schemes Remember as an artist you're not a human You're a commodity And maybe ladies say you got the juice but that don't mean you let um in your pockets, G Cause just as far as I can see Nobody harder or on top of me The symptoms suffered due to my psychopathy Causes me To make a mockery of your entire team Too fly too high Ain't no coming down Die underground before I dumb it down Too fly too high Ain't no coming down Die underground before I dumb it down Too fly too high Ain't no coming down Die underground before I dumb it down Too fly too high Ain't no coming down Die underground before I dumb it down Wack rappers move to the side Let's play two truths and a lie I am the greatest I'm an addict I'm just a usual guy, shit The point I'm tryna prove is that it's you who decides If burn out or blow up with this music of mine Maybe I'm losing my mind But look how strange things get I watch them rain in checks From being lame at best, and The person who the crown tends to go to next Is whoever producer got the juice up on a Pro-Tools set Yeah, and i ain't touch much of the paper I'm supposed to yet I don't mean to complain Sigh. It's just a shame I guess Let's take a look back at rap What coulda changed in the recipe Maybe it's the obvious drop in depth and in complexity Originality and talent replaced with simple melodies Bunch of repetitive parodies Less artist than celebrity Synthetic imoposters are poisoning posterity Never me im going all out Drama static friction Yeah my NNNNN I need all that I'm coming at the rappers heads Fuck rap, im talking ball bats I'm talented and concious, whatchu call that? My mission? To be the sickest I'm the wrong rapper to cough at Listen this kids gifted just fucking wittness it and fall back The distance in-between us ain't no small gap You know I gotta talk that That's why I'm stuck in ALL CAP This is what they call rap Y'all are what the call wack and lol at Fuck around and find out when your family in all black Too fly too high Ain't no coming down Die underground before I dumb it down Too fly too high Ain't no coming down Die underground before I dumb it down Too fly too high Ain't no coming down Die underground before I dumb it down Too fly too high Ain't no coming down Die underground before I dumb it down