Stop Whinin' from Exodus by Malloy

Verse 1:

Let's take a survey
Who prefers wordplay?
And who does not care what those words say?
You make me mad in the worst way
I'll shatter like earthquakes
Your inert ways
As I blurt phrases endlessly
Generate word mazes, venerate old sages
Decimate your patience
Willfully wish wickedness on you while your worth's waning
Or should I just scratch catchy hooks
To attract passing looks
Follow trends, for a dollar and cents holler sent-
Ences dementedly half cooked?
Outsource my inspiration to whatever's in rotation
Impatiently create waste to be played on hip hop stations?
Fade to complacence, act like I’m wasted
24/7, not give a fuck what I'm sayin
Yo, you must be kiddin, that ain't my path in life
*mumble mumble mumble* but at least my fashion’s tight!
Please tell the passengers to crash the flight
If that's what D-Menace starts rappin like


Verse 2:

I believe in creativity and lyrical ability
And if you tell a story too then that’s the real deal to me
But there's too many rappers out there thinking they can kill the beat
If they repeat some bullshit phrase and render it all obsolete
And I can't even give examples, I don't listen to that shit
But whenever I hear it, I get possessed by a spirit
That tells me to kill these fools when I come near it
So I drop a stanza filled with propaganda
Ain’t no proper banter!
Only the type of shit that'll make a copper slam ya
“Get me outta this headlock, goddamn, I'm
Only an MC, I pose no threat, man
Is tonight the night?” We should go ask Redman
You're a dead man, so you tell no tales
Hangin by a thread, man, yo I almost failed
To steer this def jam, back upon its rails
I'ma knock you out, cuz you're just that frail
Just like mama told me, bro, don't act bold, these
People in the audience can't be sold, G
The shit that you're kicking might last a minute or two
But when your 15 is up, that's when your limit is thru
This is long term thinking versus short term profit
That you don't wanna sacrifice, yo, so stop it
Are you ahead of the game, or behind the curve?
Just another lame dame put to shame
The nerve of some people, my shit is cerebral
That means that you're gonna have to think to keep up
With the things I'm saying, and the words I'm rhyming
Splicin & dicin and shinin with perfect timing
Never thought I'd be in the position I'm in
"He's a freakin dick, he makes me sick!"
Stop whinin’!

Yo stop whinin’

Cut it out, man


***Guitar solo***

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative hip hop
• alternative rap
• east coast hip hop
• emo rap
• underground hip hop
• Philadelphia