We're the MVPs of this pen game
Lyrics so hot they set flame
To the page when they're written down
Rappers have lyrics that are bitten now
Wordsmiths used to have a purpose
But words are worthless without purchase
We gotta purge this simple-mindedness
They don't know the words they're rhyming with
Definition or annunciation
The Craft that lacks appreciation
I write 'til i tire or master the skill
Live by the pen, die grasping the quill
My sword remains sharp, perennial!
I'm the self hating millennial
Longing for older generations
Back when lyrics gained penetration
Of the mind and in the mental
Golden era's not coincidental
New verses lack teeth, it's the dental
Now talent's only instrumental
Influential emcees under ground
Attention whores, we see run around
The genre's wrong representatives
Lyricism's dead but was meant to live!