When we live in a world…
A whole society of cheap fiends
No compassion, only seek cream
I’m getting famous on the net and when we started it was street dreams…
Now I’m thinking what my seat means?
Paid exposure for a big corp?
Chasing follows and retweet memes?
Weak feats so I could reach screens?
I think my mental need a deep clean,
Murakawa on the beach scene,
Beat Takeshi when I rap, its a definite fact, I empty clips on em
Feel like my lyrics getting missed on em
Don’t lose the message or the essence of my visuals and records
And you’ll see your favorite rapper man I piss on em
It’s King Miyachi raisin’ fists on em…