C-Mob - The Antidote lyrics

Damn, rap game ain't the same no more
Something gotta change
What the fuck is going on

Ever since I’ve stepped in the game
You can tell I’m stressed in the brain
Now I’m on a mission to murder these lames
And leave em all left in flames
I give em chest full of pain
By the way I’m checking these lanes
I cannot contain the anger
That’s flowin' within me
It’s kept in my veins
My mind’s fried and jaded
Cause, I’m high and faded
My eyes dilated, turnin' the tide I await it
With rhymes I paraded
Yes I implied I hate it
All of the rappers that I hear on the radio
If they die, I’m elated
I come from a place where is


Dark and the bling fades
When commercial rappers fall off
We just sing praise
Chop em with the sling blades
Show my sickening ways
I am from the underground that
Is why I seem crazed pitching a fit
And I’m back on my mischievous shit
But lyrics are twisted and sick
Because I’ve been gifted to spit
I put my fist in a lip
Of wack rappers tryna act vain
Cause nowadays something’s wrong with
The rap game

It's an introduction for those
Who are irrelevant
You never heard me cause my
Lyrics are somewhat intelligent
Fuck you swag rappers
Yeah that's right I'm talkin' hella shit
If I hurt your feelings
Your emotions are too delicate
Faggot rappers on tv it's time
To change your channel hoes
Skinny jeans are gettin' so tight
They're showin' camel toes you're not hard
Y'all are sweeter than some cantaloupe
The rapgame is gettin' too soft
I got that antidote

Midwest titan, been blest writing
I said "swag" in the hook, interest heightens
I’m coming for your neck
My teeth are in flesh biting
I am Nosferatu mixed with ten stressed lycans
Frightened is how I leave em and
They wish they could kill me
You might ride dirty but I’m
Gutter and I’m filthy
I am on my A game, motherfucker Lil B
The verdict for your homosexuality is guilty
Fag! All you skinny jean rappers claim it's
Swag!
I'mma kill em all, fill em all, hit em all
With them extra, mags!
Y'all got the rapgame looking sickly
While Weezy's kissin' Baby I'mma
Go holler at Nicky
These cats are not rappers
Just some gimmicks and some goofy hoes
Lost boys walking around in
Tights like they're rufio
Rappin' with a fruity flow
Stay up outta studio
Put down the microphone and
Stick to playin yugioh


I'mma have nod and my family is rock solid
Fans payin' attention and they listen
To us drop knowledge all about my bidness
I stay on it I do not stole it
Leave these wannabe rappers cryin'
Like they got colic
Y'all are just a piece of trash
I'mma break your teeth in half
Y'all fakers sound funny as
The Wiz Khalifa’s laugh
The game has been blinded
Now it’s time to see the light
I cannot respect a man
Who walks around in zebra tights
Now I got these rappers walkin'
On thin sheet of ice when they fall through
Cats with talent will be eatin' right
I’m comin' at you like a
Missle and it has deploy
Fuck this scammin' ass rapper like
That bitch Pastor Troy
Quit rappin' like you’re tough pussy
Sneak to love ballads
You’re exposed your bummy bitch
Ass on judge Alex
You scare me too and you took me for the fin
Yes you grew that beard to tryna
Hide the pussy on your chin
You’re a coward you can’t even
Handle business like a man
So you steal from struggling artist for
Some riches in your hands
But, I ain’t trippin' what goes around
Comes around
So shame on you for stealin' from underground

Yeah, it's time to take the rapgame
Back how it just to be
To real back when it was about lyricysm
You know what I'm sayin' when
Motherfuckers had somethin' to say
And fuck this bullshit that you hear
On the radio all the time
All this bandwagoon ass shit
One person get famous on some bullshit
And everybody else tries to copy it
Just a bunch of goofy ass lookin' clones
Now it's time to get back to that real shit
Welcome to The Antidote