Stereotype beats

Everyone here wants to be a producer Write some beats, meet a girl seduce her Wake up stoned sleeping next to Medusa But all you are is a bleeping crack user Weeping, cos the rhymes don’t flow Tears streaming, cos you won’t let go Of your dreaming, that you’re gonna get pro Without cleaning your act up bro There are times, when I’m shaking my head At those lines, like you’re waking the dead Inner rhymes, when the things that you said In error chimes and you seem to forget That there’s more to you than a fashion mistake And if you think I’m fake The only type of beats you make Are stereotype; so give me a break! No one wants to be a stereotype Don’t believe the hype! Hip hop rockers in the house tonight Jump! And fight for your right! Remember when hip-hop was more about woke shit Than taking out your chicken to publicly choke it This song is so lit, it’s fire, let’s stoke it Put the next verse in your pipe and smoke it Speaking of smokin’, we’re the kouchie gang Pass it through the posse like a boomerang Speaking of cum backs, who’d your mom bang? Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang Ever copycat needs to sport some bling Every dawg raps doin’ the slack-jawed thing 808s bounce but they sure don’t swing Voices autotuned cos they sure can’t sing If there’s more to you than a fashion mistake Try keepin’ it real over keepin’ it fake The only type of beats you make Are stereotype; so give me a break! No one wants to be a stereotype Don’t believe the hype! Hip hop rockers in the house tonight Jump! And fight for your right!