Lyrics
I'm fed up with this shit,
I'm gonna say it,
Ain't nobody gonna say it, I'm gonna say it
Motherfuck this shit, you're all whores
Music ain't sayin' shit no more
Read my lips, read my lips you ain't talkin' bout shit
America's losing they cribs
Why you braggin' bout the shit you did?
All the shit that you buy, most of it lies
Yeah I know and you know I know
The government's tapping the net
Why you rappin' bout your car and check?
I miss P.E., I miss group's like Rage
This pop shit's making me physically sick
Obama did 8 years 'cuz
Why you singing bout bottles and clubs?
This shit don't make no sense
Most of your fans can't pay their rent
You've been sold a fantasy
You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You've been sold a fantasy
You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You're livin' in a bubble
You've been sold a fantasy
Little do you know the price we pay
The sick are regarded children starve
Our veterans come out to the real war
They're penitent on borrowed time
The beggars steal, the media lies
Now you've been bought and fuckin' sold
Feel steel like a temple, body count
Music is coming along way
Guys have gone from fight the power
To what does Kim Kardashian have on today
The fuck's the matter with you?
This pop shit's driving me fucking crazy
And I'm not talking about the people that started out being popstars
I'm talking about so-called 'hardcore' motherfuckers
That'll do anything to get on the radio
Eat a dick
Body Count, motherfucker
I can't fake it
This shit's whack
I say this to your face, this ain't behind your back
You corny motherfuckers, can't look me in the eyes
Cause most of you are fake and you're living a lie
You're living in a lie
The cops are still twisted
The laws are still fucked
The rich are still greedy
Governments still corrupt
You're living in a fucking lie
The news is all gossip
People have no hope
So what, you're making cash?
Your soul is still broke
You've been sold a fantasy
You're living in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You've been sold a fantasy
You're living in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You're living in a bubble
Bitch motherfuckers, don't want no fight
Ya mothefuckin' pants too tight
You'll be in for a few
And then you're through
Cause pop ain't got no love
So what?
Your shit's in the club
You want me to say some names?
I'm too seasoned in this game
That only give em' pop fame
Fuck bloggers, fuck bullshit hype
Ice is the only one tonight
Check my history, ain't shit changed
Still OG, and I'm still insane
Turn that fucking radio off
WRITERS
ERNEST T CUNNINGAN, TRACY LAUREN MARROW, VINCE DENNIS, WILLIAM PUTNEY
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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