Produced by Dubbs.
Recorded by Shane Sells @ Getaway Studios, New London, WI & Brian Williams @ NMU Studio, Marquette, MI.
Mixed & Mastered by Shane Sells.
lyrics
The rap games on life support
It ain't a genre no more it's some type of sport
So much hate I don't know if I should fight it or
Get back to doing me and just write some more
Shit ain't the same what happened to the cyphers or
The dudes who just spit and didnt need a microphone
Find a real emcee you need a microscope
As you comb through the scene too thick to lypo oh
It seems these days everyones a dj
But all they scratch is ass as they let them CDs play
All you hear is the same beats played on replay
And lyrics so cliche that he say she say
Uhh, where the fucks the creativity
Money talk where the fucks the relativity
And I tripping bout the mean face they giving me
Cause I won't choose the path that the green faces giving me
Chorus:
Fuck dem green backs I'm trying to bring that real back
Fuck dem green backs I'm trying to bring that real back
These days the game it lacks heart
I think I'm van gough bringing back art
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