Rewind to Reality and Replay

No lie, I'm so sick of the fake material
Dudes, left and right, claim fame like milk and cereal
Pretend their all that, a classic and all
Build themselves up, but can't wait till they fall
The attacks, call outs, and fraudery
Interelated like cops, guns, and robbery
It's a prophecy
So many doomed to fulfill
But in case y'all didn't know
I'm pretty sure arrogance can kill
This thread right here ain't meant to put anyone down
But I'm askin why rappin is all about the "I" sportin a crown
So many people try to hold up their own position
On the real, raps and spits still have a unique disposition
Meant to bring issues to the surface, spittin is a gift
Focusin so much on yourself, that's a clear drift
So if someone wants to respond to this piece right here
Avoid bein all about you, bring up an issue that's clear...

Yea, me venting about how annoyed I am with people constantly spittin about how fly they are or how chill their lines supposedly can be...yea, stop the mess and keep it real -- ain't no one wanna here about how amazinggggggg you think you are.... bring up an issue or somethin to talk about and express it through spittin, that's what it's about... what happened to rappin about the world around us, or talkin about music, or spittin lines about the future or life in general... to be able to master that material is what really makes you a true lyricist....

lol i know what you mean i hate it too but i do it too but not the same its how rap goes u rap about w.e u got inside ya head. but nice rhyme.

lol, well at least you see where I"m comin from....
Thanks for the response too

Yo spit it ur raps r elementary,
stone age, dead, belong in a cemetary,
Ur raps r old skool, mine r new century,
U kill then u belong in a penetentury,
U need a lesson in raps, this one is complimentary,
This aint no rap contest but i still accepting your entry,
Im out

Tiny bag, rhymeing only on end vurbz ur a fag,
catch ya leg with my meg while i spit ya tibia split,
bone busts into fragments, then intense fag moments,
where u pleading, bleeding, please better stop beliveing...
that your on top while it breezeing,
you get cut down quick you stop breathing,
but yo..let me take it slow. cuz like spit it real said,
rewind to reality & replay becuz your behind on ya stradagy need re try.
and no denie, i see the lie within ya eye, with a few words I...
learn, try to control speak whats real, n forget about wasteing my $ on the steal,
becuz im poor enough from the Ression,
learning how save money wasnt a school lesson,
rhymeing just felt like my blessing,
so when i flow i feel gods hand faith me in the shape of a chrestin!

To: Tiny bagz

Well, if my lines are so elementary
Then on your level they must be
Glad you could comprehend
And catch the lines comin from me
You're right about this not bein a contest
Cause sure enough, that'd be impossible
I don't need your permission, nor your lessons
Whose insight are improbable
So while you're sittin their talkin
Sayin you're "accepting [my] entry"
You must be up, out your mind
Thinkin that would happen in your lifetime, let alone this century
Don't know who you think you are
Tryin to be someone's professor
But you need a new day job
Hmm, perhaps a hairdresser?
Even that seems a bit out of your league
But seriously, don't try to step to me
I appreciate you tryin to bust out your skills and wonder
But your approach is all too plain, a squeal, when you think you're thunder

I think I've made my point, and hopefully now you'll see
I don't step to anyone, but I won't step back from anybody...

haha nice nice keep it real

haha, you know how I do...