A joke, shoulda thought before you spoke,
Cause as a man who thinks he can make the goddamn
Decision on the definition of where music lands,
Needs to stop taking blind stands and praising his bands,
Look at the statistics,
Rap only been round since the fix of gangsters who were found in a mix,
To gangsters who were bound to lyrics,
Which just begun before the millennium
And yet when it comes to metal they almost pastin them,
Pac only gave six years and hes nearly putting up figures,
That took three decades for Metallica could deliver,
And don’t even be saying that sales don’t mean a thing,
Cause if you were winning on the amount of sales you bringing,
You know you’d say the same thing,
And we may not think your great, but at least we don’t hate,
Saying you ain’t music and that you just fake,
s***, then why don’t metal try to take this to mixtape,
See if you can master this ability to hate,
Since we don’t have the real talent that it takes to be great,
See if you could make a style of music based on beefs,
Thinking that you can lace our thoughts with your beliefs,
And if hip hop and pop ain’t music then lets dance,
Oh wait we can’t, metal is just some loud a** rants,
Claiming the vocals of others is nothing but talent?
Well that’s true, cause its obvious metal don’t have it,
All I hear are screams of anger
But when it comes to anything else you’re a stranger,
Cause I don’t remember hearing no sad song
Unless there was someone in the back screaming what’s wrong,
We don’t deliver stories in the form of metaphor,
We give the true emotion and thoughts from the core,
And I can see that you don’t understand
The beauty that this music puts in my hand,
So there must be some music that I don’t understand,
But to their fans it brings them a beauty in which I don’t understand,
And I ain’t ganna cross that line,
What’s yours is yours, and what’s mine is mine.