Lyrics:
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Too many rappers in this industry
Not enough artists
Writing 'bout what I've learned from my mistakes
I'm spitting flawless, I call this
Collecting common sense
So if you call collect, selecting the best
I must suggest, you carry a vest, releasing the text
X'ing you out, stressing no doubt, I lay it out
Every time I'm on a beat, I show what I'm about
Just a reject, projecting what the devil let out
Without my failed attempts at misery, I made this shit my destiny
Spitting kerosene, leave the scene like it's nicotine
Smoking, choking out these rhyme sayers like it seems serene
I'm dreaming of a scheme to take me to the top
So when I drop, you know I'm falling, faster than you flop
This is hip hop, and yo you're out of your element
A fish out of water, flopping, and it's evident
Irrelevant, I mean the fame, 'cuz honestly to hell with it
Not in it for the recognition, merely for the hell of it
I've been through hell and back, so really, I just tell of it
You're televising lies, hoping that you bank on it