Most Influential

7.06.2015

Straight Rubbish. A poem about music.

what is with that awful noise, whys it so brash?
it hurts my head, my ears, makes me wanna smash.
im surprised you can drive, i swear you'd crash
wrappers come off candy bars and go in the trash.

those beats are so foul they are way past ripe.
whoever wrote the words must be still in a diap.
i cant even believe you get off on that hype.
makes me more sick than that of stewed tripe.

whatever happened to real old school hip hop
the funk so fresh the heart stop when the beat drop
kids would lock and pop instead of talking about killing a cop
it was less about gangs and more about head spinning like a top

wrappers come off candy bars and belong in the trash
rappers inspire kids to be behind bars and belong in the trash
wrappers come off candy bars and belong in the trash.
rappers inspire kids to be behind bars and belong in the trash

wait, what?
that's right, i went there.
go ahead and try and scare.
ill just stand there
cuz i really don't care

you got millions of dollars but you still squawk bad jokes
you got an honorary degree but you still need mad tokes
you got fame and fortune now but its really all a big hoax
when you are gone, you will fade despite how you coax.

remember lil pain, and kanye pest?
nope, they'll fade away like the rest
those names wont appear on this test
im raising bigger and better birds in my nest.


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