Now I been dropping albums for a while
But I don’t think it matters cuz I ain’t dropped an album in a while
I just keep my masters in a pile, let em graze
Like A Pasteur full of Cows
'Cause rather than a style
Of passing all this rapping out
To the blogs to keep a status that I’m out, I would rather be Out
I’d rather sacrifice it all to make that best
Possible music genuine
Then take that rest
Kill my buzz, start over with the blogs
Than feel like I’m making all these songs just to chase that press
A couple days ago
My publicist told me if you ain’t been hot in 2 years it’s like you’re starting over
And I’m cool with that, ‘cause I would rather rebuild from the ground up than try to drive a car with no motor
Shit, let’s keep it real and talk numbers
Real Quick
On how my favorite artists take it back home
Outkast used to take 3 years to drop with a lead single that took 2 months just to catch on
And Sade drops barely once every fuckin' decade, But we still hit her concert for that passion
And you probably wouldn’t know it from those sad songs
But best believe she gets her Cash on and it lasts long
So don’t tell me that you gotta feed the beast, every 2 to 3 weeks to keep your flavor in their teeth
I’d rather drop a classic every 4 years and start from scratch
And wait for life to happen til a new sound can start that hatch
They say we’re generation ADHD
Generation Pay Me, Play Me
Generation Facebook. Generation Selfish No Feelings, Generation Awkward Social Interaction
Keep talking Muthafuckas cuz we still listen
And you ain’t even seen the passion we put into action
This is all kinda autonomy
Like we don’t know the difference between quality and quantity
Shit, With a nickel to my name, All the fuck I know is quality
Honestly
Blame the economy
And in the interest of my art’s preservation
I ain’t got a problem trying to turn this shit right back into a hobby
Whatever route I gotta take to make the greatest shit that I can squeeze up out this body?
Somebody Fuckin' Stop Me!