Lyrics: RTJ
Music: RTJ
Arranger: RTJ
Hotbox, yeah we up in the booth
Let’s go turn off the news, and just get in the groove
Take shots, we gon’ blow up the roof
Only dispute should be why you diluting your booze
Mistake not, I’m still spitting the truth
Back to the roots, like what they do, it’s time to get loose yeah
This the main plot, there ain’t no excuse, hit it smooth, dropping clues, with the beat I abuse
Break it down break it down break it break it down now
Lemme go back to the basics, lemme lay it down now
Hate the way they make their sounds now
They all clowns now
All they do is count the amount in their bank accounts now
This ain’t the game that I fell in love with, it’s a disappointment
If you in it for the fame, I think you need a reemployment
Hip hop’s for the pain, and for you to make a statement
It ain’t just entertainment
It’s started with enslavement
Butttt now all they want is beef over peace
They don’t speak over beats, but these tweets have increased
Techniques have decreased, they seek for cheat sheets
They please on their knees to achieve the cheese that they greed
Where’s the rappers that spoke on corruption or depression?
The ones that see destruction and use they voice to raise a question
Or the ones that suffer dysfunction and use it as a form of expression
And don’t conform to aggression
Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, they all part of the show
They all hiding in disguise, no more heart with the flows
All their bars are designed to not be apart from the gold
Only a few one of a kinds still doing art over dough
Nas was right, hiphop is dead, but a few still tryna resurrect it
Coast contra, chris webby, and ren are a few on the guest list
They’re not afraid to go against the incorrected and the well protected
You can call it reckless, but me I respect it
Hotbox, yeah we up in the booth
Let’s go turn off the news, and just get in the groove
Take shots, we gon’ blow up the roof
Only dispute should be why you diluting your booze
Mistake not, I’m still spitting the truth
Back to the roots, like what they do, it’s time to get loose yeah
This the main plot, there ain’t no excuse, hit it smooth, dropping clues, with the beat I abuse
Rappers getting caught up in the chains and the fame they acclaimed
Then they blame the game and complain when people say they ain’t the same
They try to explain, there’s gain in the change
But are you really not ashamed of the man you became?
You used to go against the system
Represent the victims
Spreading all your wisdom to the ones who are imprisoned
You used to have a vision
You used to have a mission
Now you in submission, praising what I call forbidden
Shout out to Gaza, y’all going through something apocalyptic
I picked my side, you go ahead and call me antisemetric
I’m sick of the gimmicks, no religion ever told you to use heavy ballistics to cause something horrific
So don’t you use religion and history as an excuse
You don’t get to cause destruction with artillery just cuz you’re jeuuw
It ain’t god’s vision for you to go kell and abuse
It’s your own decision to drink the juice from the forbidden fruit
That’s why I’m not really surprised that the world is ran by pedoiles
I read between the lines and saw the signs before the files
All their smiles’ a disguise to hide the crimes and the lies
When I’m spitting this rhyme, wonder how many lives have demised?
So now’s the time to come together, stand against the wicked
I’m committed to spit like liquid and paint a you a vivid image
Of the crimes they convicted and the pain they afflicted
All the lines that they scripted, it’s time to forbid it
Hotbox, yeah we up in the booth
Let’s go turn off the news, and just get in the groove
Take shots, we gon’ blow up the roof
Only dispute should be why you diluting your booze
Mistake not, I’m still spitting the truth
Back to the roots, like what they do, it’s time to get loose yeah
This the main plot, there ain’t no excuse, hit it smooth, dropping clues, with the beat I abuse