Blank State of Mind
[Chorus: Snak Pak]
f*ckin people nowadays
Talking bout sh*t about these rappers
They ain’t never heard sh*t like this
Bringing it back from the grave
Yo its Snak Pak on the rise
Rap be like make a hit or die
I’ll f*cking change their minds like climate
This sh*t f*cking going viral
[Bridge: Snak Pak]
That was the f*cking chorus
And I’m just getting started
This flow may be slow
But there be a f*ckin party in here
This my first song but I still have features
Eminem started off with slow sh*t
So I’ll pass the mic over
Joyner Lucas:
(Woah)
[Verse: Eminem]
I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kids it don't actually matter
They're askin' me, "What the f*ck happened to hip-hop?"
I said, "I don't have any answers."
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
And actually comin' from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!"
"We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!"
But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any f*ckin' ability
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
The inability to pen humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of
f*ckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?
f*ck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
sh*t is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a motherf*ck
About the ones that were here before you that made rap
Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that
But I think it's inevitable
They know what button to press or what lever to pull
To get me to snap though (Lil' b*tch)
And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger
But you've been takin' ya digs in the f*ckin' back, ho (Get it?)
On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Of another beat I'ma kill again
'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to this sh*t, I got an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a f*ckin' record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
Motherf*cker, now I got a right to be this way
I got spite inside my DNA
But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Like California wishin' rain to pour
In that drought, y'all been prayin' for
My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall, that outlaw
That they say as a writer might've fell off
I'm back on that bull like the cowboy
[Chorus: Snak Pak]
f*ckin people nowadays
Talking bout sh*t about these rappers
They ain’t never heard sh*t like this
Bringing it back from the grave
Yo its Snak Pak on the rise
Rap be like make a hit or die
I’ll f*cking change their minds like climate
This sh*t f*cking going vi- (BOOM)