Where'd It Go / Sushi no Rubber

We used to cherish all the greatness We used to love ours creatives We used to praise innovators And get wowed by entertainers We used to push ourselves and our limits We done fell and got stitches Went through hell but yo listen We done came back and took no shit from no gimmicks I put my soul in this And wish for more minutes To spit this shit that's slick as Rick I'm rich But no figures can sink or slow this ship No matter whoever my opponent is I'm known for this But now they telling me to go slow I'm too smart too fast That's a a no-no So now I'm looking around and I ask Where'd it go Cuz the bar Is so damn low What happened to the fire and the passion Whatever happened to inspiring the masses Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction I can't even see no more no I can't even see it no more Makes me believe that the bar is the floor And now I'm having to ask Where'd it go Cuz the bar Is so damn low I can't even see no more no I can't even see it no more Makes me believe that the bar is the floor And now I'm having to ask Where'd it go Cuz the bar Is so damn low I get scared for the state of the music It's all for amusement The opposite of smart it is stupid No song moves me they are useless It's like we are courage and the entertainment bizz is Eustace And I'm just trying to give my two cents Cuz hardly any artist has anything to do with Future human improvement It's only pollution And I'm looking around like who's got the solution Cuz these kids are too faded and too jaded Only care about you if you famous Only care about the image that you making And then they rep it likes its there's like It's cool ain't it It's all about the branding endorsements Instead your message Nah that's not important So I'm looking around and I'm having to ask Where'd it go Cuz the bar Is so damn low What happened to the fire and the passion Whatever happened to inspiring the masses Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction What happened to the fire and the passion Whatever happened to inspiring the masses Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction Ayo I'm coming raw somethings off Murdering beats with no remorse Feeling like I did nothing wrong Yucky like I cuz the cheese And nasty like the underarm of running slobs I'm all original These lames are doing cover songs of other dogs Who aren't even that great They can suck my knob Cookie cutter crappy rappers are so unattractive Catholic priests wouldn't even wanna touch their balls Fuck em all I'm spiking harder than a volleyball I party hard all the time Similar to Hot Rod But nobody knows me like the guy that went and shot Pac Pop goes the weasel and so do these pop rocks I'm popping all the people who believe that all this pop rocks Lyrical anarchy until I hit the top spot Writers block won't stop me And neither will a cock block Got bods Jumping like they're playing games of hop scotch With every line I spit Cuz I'm the shit I'm the caca Flowing like diarrhea spewing out my bum bum Got your girl giving me a blumpkin And she's loving on my dumdum Finished my business then I told her I was done Hun She asked me if I liked her I said somewhat But not really And the I called her a cab When she left I started writing straight up slaughtering tracks I'm only twenty I got the quality raps In quantity stacks I am fuckin awesome in fact What do Molotovs kamikaze bombers and Brian have in common Well not much Just know we all result in A form of destruction So call in all departments And sound the alarms Cuz I'm getting ready to explode like atomic bombs When I'm dropping all these bars Fuck going ham I'm a 90s ki So I'm going Onyx hard Believing in the heart of cards Ladies yelling Hey Like I'm Arnold y'all My flow is cold like an otter pop I am blessed with lyrical precision I am number one like Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen So haters pay attention To every single word I speak Or get burned to the third degree Get left needing surgery Every time I murk the beat Spitting it so perfectly Eating rappers up with forks and knives common courtesy I'm known to spit the truth and you're know for spitting that perjury I'm the future of Hip Hop and the best emcee currently Bitch I'm the future of Hip Hop And the best emcee currently, Bitch Isn't it obvious that I'm Hispanic Isn't it obvious that I'm his panic So every times I grab the mic he's like Shit damnit Just my presence alone causes quick damage To these actors turned rappers comparable to Nick Cannon You're so awkward with the flow like a girl trying to piss standing Or like Ice Spice trying to fit in spandex My flow is sick grotesque and rancid That if I was really trying then you couldn't fuckin handle it That's why if cops were to catch me with a mic Then I'll probably be sentenced to 25 to life Cuz I be killing emcees this is my weapon of choice I don't need any bullets all I need is my voice To get the job done You suck, man I'm awesome If you don't wanna be beat Then I suggest you keep your jaw shut Cuz I'm the real deal 100 percent authentic I be fuckin bitches up as if I had a dog fetish Cuz I be fuckin bitches up as if had a dog fetish What So nasty God damn BTE you're so nasty I'm the future of Hip Hop And the best emcee currently Bitch