www.jaytheecho.com
Cover Art by Daniel Fuller
Lyrics:
(Chorus)
On the radio I hear the static
Flipping through the television all static
On the Social media it's automatic
The culture of the white noise, all backwards
White man in a black suit
White noise at the black show,
Said I'm only good for the half truth
RIP Eddie Murrow
(Verse 1)
Rapping in the study tryna get it like that
Walking in the booth then I'm spitting my facts
Most of yall don't get it nah, this shit is all bad
Nice verse homie did you even write that?
Nice work homie you should get a gold star
Most of yall bragging didn't even go far
On my Q-tip gotta hit em with the bars
Every punchline got em yelling world star
How do I tell em we don't even know stars
Looking up to who? We don't even know yall
That's why I try to tell em don't fall for an image
Spitting what I feel being real is my mission
Getting on the reel like this life is far from black and white
Got some food for thought for that appetite
Still gotta be rapping like I'm on my last breath
Got that shit to put the future in the present and the present in past tense, what's up
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Can I paint a picture? got a vision like that
Clearer than the fiction, ain’t no twistin my stats
No pistol on the premise ain’t no hilt in my pants
Rappers wanna trip then there's the Hilton, Got damn
Cause you won’t find a record when you look through my past
Unless its turnin my tables, probly changing my path
Crowd yelling preach got it feelin like mass
Homies got a humor just explaining my laugh
How many clever rhymes can you write about cash?
Feel like Mario, I’m maintaining my 'stache
Television on I see the hype
Check your phone so you don't miss the hype
Caught in the interweb I think I'm fly
Feelin' like McCarthy made a comeback
Racism's Trump card for proof that we that ain't far above that
The past is just a pendulum, ain't ready for the come-back
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
And I dont wanna live in a
A plastic culture, a plastic culture
I don’t wanna be another distraction,
But they’re asking
(Verse 3)
For that Complex and that Hot New,
Feel like its every rapper’s dream to get up on a page of XXL I got you
Actin’ extra just to get on Worldstar, shit is not new
Drama is a fetish guess I gotta lessen self respect
To get the check, picking up the slackin and you know what's next,
I’mma follow trends til they tell me that I’m lookin’ fresh
Rappers are predictable, go ahead predict my steps
Rappers are predictable, go ahead and take a guess
What I do next too ensure that my crew next
Chains in the video, I’mma buy a foreign car
Name droppin brands, yeah, looking like a freakin star
Probly call myself a king, (nah nigga I’m a gawd)
Y’all ain’t ready for my next drop
Bombs over beats that they’re sending to my desk top
You ain’t in my lane better get off at the next stop
Did it for the dream cause they’re sleeping on me, rest up
Did it for the dream cause they’re sleeping on the best up
It ain’t really me, cause I’m feelin really blessed bruh
I’ve been ego trippin just to make you pay attention
Speakin out of character just to make em listen
Cause if I don’t use my voice I guess I’m wasting my tuition
Placed in my decision, face to face with what I hate- this breaking in the system
Wait, let me breathe
The last thing I wanna do is worry bout police
But you keep on braggin about the caliber of your piece
And now they look at you the way that they look at me
And another black boy gets gunned down innocent
And another rap song gotta gun sound in it
And these stereotypes just get more air time, isn’t it
Apparent that these rappers wanna share lives? (copy paste)
And don't it sound like our fate?
When you said represent, thought you were talking bout a race
