This song had me jaw dropped. I mean, the whole “Mainstream hip-hop is stupid” thing gets kind of redundant but he is refreshing with it.

LYRICS: (From the official website)

I just wanna perform and I just wanna live
I just wanna make music without music making me sick
I wanna raise hands to fist without rare jewels or fake tans
Or my friends acting like my man when they’re really just rap fans
Without the scared and shook
All acting like thugs
And the people that never practice peace
But still claim on love
The ones that idolize their jobs of coke sales or frail they robbed
To symbolize their success with awards high
Thanking God
I’m not free for your friendship
I’ve found lost middles that are endless
Which is more my way to mend the reasoning of failing trying to pen it
Watching the feminine solely
Grip at the status for masculine to hold me
And the men that match women by smacking em cuz their father left them and they’re lonely
I will not become inferior to the likes of trying to mirror you
Mimic an imperial view til I’m an individual
Generic as a box of cereal
It’s the few and unusual that thank beautiful in music
Means a metal crest on the plastic chest of the woman they’re abusing
And I’m not done
Nor will I ever be
Feather free pig fly to better me
Before I ever whether see a thug emcee will never out clever me
I’m not done with this music
I spit on slums and refuse it
The ones who use guns as their blueprint
And wonder the abuse that our youth gets
Let’s glorify fists now
Gun talk with mouths full of crystal
And wonder why children run into high schools with pistols
Can’t believe you did that
Trick loves the kids
But his shit’s wack
Claiming you make music for the jail cells and you’re bringing hip hop back?
You should thank the thoughts that I bought time with in awkward silence
To suppress the mess and startle the birds to fly with a new science
I’m more defiant than the fencing at those that clench at attention
Eating the marks from your lead sentences to taste the fame that you mention
I work word play and hand gestures to scatter the flock senseless
Who rather their wings of flight be used as balance to walk with better leverage
Scare-tools who air glues stagnate since dare fools who care too much to fair you
And scream with rare jewels
Claiming a hater so holding back
Polite is for candy-coating wack
Ego grown to the point of elephantitis and they all need fitted caps
It’s easy to spot them with the hot box they’re trapped in rotting
Nodding their empty skull to the dullest stories of who shot em
I spit on you strangers
Raised into wrist bands and b-boy danger
Rock and presence made my present essence posing in anger
I’m iller than you’ll ever be
Feather free pig fly to better me
Before I ever whether see a thug emcee will never out clever me
And I’m not done

(Break)

See they’re living on crack salaries
And selling false realities
The crooked hat is a symbol of how you wear your personality
It’s the ugly and the beautiful
Attitude to people new to you
Thank yous and being polite are becoming so unusual
It’s the men kissing they mothers
And calling these women hoes
Women that feel the need to fulfill, so they wear less clothes
All the five year old bastards misled and skipping classes
The no love souls who lose themselves and follow the masses
People that call me with favors I never used or asked for
Hold it against me when I got a pocket of pennies and they’re feeling poor
Evil eyes from the false preaching I passed
I guess I’ll never last
With the world’s juggle of what’s biggerjesus or breast implants
I’m a freak in this jungle of people fighting for “I love yous”
Cuz I hurt myself to numb the kisses so it can feel fake when I hug you
You a liar or a folder, hot boy or no limit soldier
Stop playing by instigating your clique is reigning
This is over

(Break)

I just wanna make a difference to the different that care to listen
But not be as different as they claim cuz they favor fame being schmitten
I balance on this concrete, roaming stone-faced mother unhealthy
Analyzing thoughtfulness “last of the few”
Like Teddy tells me
These kids are missing bliss and anger in music that’s beautiful
Screaming “bad boy” for a quick cool cuz the new danger is chewable
You couldn’t pay me to be that lazy
Raping faces for sake these day light deer are in cages
Man, you’re taking candy from babies
I don’t believe your blueprints and gun talks or threats to use it
I don’t fear your place to do it
You can’t even face your own music
It’s all delusional, illusionist using unsuitable futures, jest that life’s won by cars that sparkle
And remarkable pugilist
Growing to flee from pain
So teens watch emcees and train at false strengths insane enough
To start calling life a game
No patience to raise, we entertain by wasting the time we’ve got
Divert our attention, bring out the cave man
Watch the fire in a box

Duration : 0:5:25