fuck em' by Baked Plissken

I don’t really fuck with most rap I just make it
I don’t really fuck most rappers I just fake it
I might shake ya hand but I don’t fuck with your flow - bitch
You might wear a mask but you’re just masking emotion

I hate half the scene with a blistering passion
talking like they do me these favors - its all acting
Gotta pay to perform then put you on empty stages
Building little cliques with no crowd left to engage with

Its the same shit different day I’m losing my patience
Another mixtape but plissken ain’t making the playlist
Aight - I see it now 23’ gotta be different
you play by Jordan rules but getting paid like u Pippen

Y’all be trippin
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this shot is only a warning
i’m throwing all your talent in the trash you born in
i don’t need no plancha
or some vice city mantras
All I needs a mic to turn into a fucking monster

Y’all can take a jab at me
my opinions are brutal
I threw away my subtlety and thirst for approval
The corniness is real
I see it all in the politics
i miss my dope nation
Cause all these crews are a pile of shit



I stay in isolation like I’m harden on the rockets
Never pass the rock cause all the holes in all you pocket
You feeling salty I’m chilling out on coral way
27th ave you con flex and let the pepper spray

i swear to god I’m fucking tired of the shitty rhymes
Rappers paying bigger names just to get a little shine
and know they think they gotta bigger plan
directors growing egos forgetting who brought em to A cam

Ive been around for years and I can tell you who the real one are
Ive been around with ears and I can tell u who the fake one are
Im the baked bizarre ride to the pharcyde
Exit stage left if you offended by barbed wire

i hope this illustrates the reason we seal our fate
I wanna heal but I feel like I can never ever relate
Take me back to the days of the nod squad
We hall of fame rappers y’all just jaws and odd jobs

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