The Grouch - Rap is Senseless lyrics

[Intro: Murs, Samples] Grouch, whoa, we've got The Grouch My man Grouch is in the house Another member of the Living Legends crew (I never saw your 4-track demo circulating in my town) I mean, you know, fools just come out and start rapping and sh** You know what I'm saying, never putting any work in Prior to, you know what I'm saying, going into a 24 track studio All a waste of money and sh** Never really rocked a show, you know what I'm saying? Never had to perform in front of people [Verse 1: The Grouch] I cannot lie and say I've rapped since ‘85 I didn't battle in the parks when the art of b-boying was alive But if I did I'd be the baddest emcee out Like many claim they are beyond the shadow of a doubt I'm on the path, but then my clout is very small right now But as the days go by it grows tall, and I'll try My best to be the fresh-est that I can be And let you see me, not the creation of a company Not crumpling G's, though I'm traveling overseas Scribbling flows with ease as my siblings joke and tease I'm soaking these days up, cause it doesn't get no better And I know better, I flow whether or not you try to stop me Cause I'm the master, so who's the copy? Not me [Chorus 2x] Someone take a census, rap is senseless now Fools create the fake and pretend it's style I try to mend the break but the fracture is deep Most rapture is weak [Verse 2: The Grouch] And then they came by the dozens Sisters, uncles, nephews, brothers, nieces, cousins Whoever you was in this world you were eligible You'll be tellin the whole planet you were a victim As long as you rhymed that with "trigger finger" and the "N" word Men heard this and were interested Centers tested these men on speed and the ability to make ba** Then they take teams and the battle begins to take place At a great rate currency was made So few emcees were paid, most faked it and played rich in videos Collecting scratch from doing sh**ty shows It's pretty low how it functioned Most had the a**umption that rap was an easy way out The easy route, that's how I know what I'm talking about [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3: The Grouch] So in ‘96 originality is really hard to find Fools create one song and submit it just to get signed They say forget finding out how sh** works Then they obtain a contract and complain about getting jerked My written work stack grow larger everyday As the reality of being true comes farther into play It gets harder in a way, but in the end I know that everything I do today's going to pay off So stay off the bandwagon when it does, in a minute cuz it's near I feel it in my bones that all foes shall run in fear I come with shear musical elegance And ladies who try to degrade me, they're unintelligent [Outro: Murs] But it's like, you know what I'm sayin' Muthaf**as that never did a show Holdin' a mic all at the top You can never hear what they sayin' They wanna complain about the sounds and sh** Get on MTV Raps or Rap City Can't even pronounceate and pronounce their words Can't even speak English, trying to rap and sh** C'mon, master your sh** before you get out in the public with that bullsh** For real, sh** is senseless