Listen up, under-studies, I'm going to start a movement,

Music? That's not iTunes, you fools abused it,

You favor your chains and dollars over lyricism,

Forget it, I'll sear em, use a serum like a Seraphim,

I'm psychotic, idiotic, but I'm a better model,

Not a product of Raegonmics, spending "guap" on the lotto,

Honestly I'm the boss but don't rap about brothels,

I'm becomin' obsolete, "never say die!" that's my motto,

Spit flame on the sh*t game, pass me the lighter fluid,

Bring peace amongst the gangsters -- retired Buddhist,

Dangerous, you should never try and do it,

Kill off a rappers' career like my name's Ryan Lewis.

 

Like "if you dislike it, go in a different direction,"

You killed Hip Hop, I passed out during dissection, 

I tried to revive it, kept dying more and more,

Every day I tried to make it big, a bad artist was born.

 

My 'swagger' game immaculate, words become my advocates,

If you want to hear a good song, I guess you'll have to wait,

My lyrics are so amazing no one can diss on this,

Only the underground 'cats' will listen to this, 

I counted rappers in my head, got to about forty,

Excluding the ones that rap about 'banging lots of shorties,'

And drugs, partying, sex and anything I've missed,

I couldn't brag about that because I've never been kissed,

If you want real lyrics, I could be your man,

But if you saw what I wrote, you wouldn't understand, 

It's less messed up than the ones you recite, 

Hate on the kids that say "Hip-Hop bites"

While I'm sitting here spittin' 10 verses without taking a break,

While Snoop turns to Lion, dazed from the "wake and bake"

Bring back the music let me call it with my whistle,

I go loud -- airsoft pistol. 

 

Like "if you dislike it, go in a different direction,"

You killed Hip Hop, I passed out during dissection, 

I tried to revive it, kept dying more and more,

Every day I tried to make it big, a bad artist was born.