Don’t strain my faith with your make believe
Won’t you break kayfabe from the fake physique?
Bulldoze the 4th wall, to see your warts and all
Instead of just a fable in the final fall?
You Pad out your bullshit with a spit shine,
Textbook bullshit full without a spine
I want a rhyme not a shrine to rich trinkets
I want to hear your life, not lies or dink gimmicks.
Rise up the ranks of imagination
Delete old tropes you’ve been cutting and pasting
Don’t rephrase clichés to erase the real you
Reveal an awkward truth like Louis Theroux
Experiment with the inkwell. Offset your calligraphy
Instead you went all wet with shallow-ended pageantry,
Scantly dressed lies won’t wash no more
Try and stitch the fabric of the magic that you tore.


You couldn’t muster a lackluster lullaby
I’m nonplussed by your null and void
Ride on the bus you’re not qualified
to drive with us, time to pull aside s
Four pillars, you made one crumble,
crushed under weight of numbing mumbles
sadly abandoned actual vernacular
flaccid soul sucked fangs of Dracula
Went from hollow to Monosyllabic Babble
Like an alcoholic ramble Its tragic
we’re meant to follow actual talent
not let the hop get dismantled
don’t let the Rape the kill appraisal
make kids feel equates a skill
or threats with mates to play the drill
cos death’s not great when its real.

You’re The rise of the idiot, A bastardised remake
Took nothing from something and created a piss take
Of what you tasted like, don't taste like you used to
Take pride in your past or you’ll puke up your future


Your suit was shiny but your lining was so empty
I gave up buying cos you meaning up and left me.
I wanted bars laced with poison, all killer, filler free –
Moistened lips on the trigger of a rhyming spree
Your cadence made it when you spoke in broken code
Now I’ve lost patience with the way you clear your throat
Unfolded bold statements hold up like a hoax
no pride in the snide stereotypes you invoke
And I’d rather be an old fool with old skool flesh
Than masked like tags on an old school desk
Or hear your auto-tune squeal and stretch
Wanna ingest a real tale like a breath of fresh
Cos this glut of substances lacks much substance.
Words cut abruptly with track mark abundance
By Indulging grunts of an offspring youngster
estrange this phase and revive the wonder.

You couldn’t muster a lackluster lullaby
I’m nonplussed by your null and void
Ride on the bus you’re not qualified
to drive with us, time to pull aside s
Four pillars, you made one crumble,
crushed under weight of numbing mumbles
sadly abandoned actual vernacular
flaccid soul sucked fangs of Dracula
Went from hollow to Monosyllabic Babble
Like an alcoholic ramble Its tragic
we’re meant to follow actual talent
not let the hop get dismantled
don’t let the Rape the kill appraisal
make kids feel equates a skill
or threats with mates to play the drill
cos death’s not great when its real.

You’re The rise of the idiot, A bastardised remake
Took nothing from something and created a piss take
Of what you tasted like, don't taste like you used to
Take pride in your past or you’ll puke up your future