XV - What's Eating Gilbert Grape lyrics

I swore that I'd stop
Trying to figure out what's
Wrong with Hip-Hop after Soulja Boy dropped
And everybody thought there was
A diss to Mims hell oh well
Cause what the hell happened to him
I worked years on a record
And rappers all of a
Sudden started comin' droppin'
Songs they come up with in a second
The radio plays it till' the
Public done had enough of
It and needs somethin even
Dumber to replace it
The quota Hip-Hop emcees are just as sad
Metros' dressin' retro it's just a fad
Kanye might not be gay but
Y'all dressed like fags
Tryin to be him and express
But man poppin' some tags
I hate the fact that I sound just as mad


As an abusive dad who's
Kids bedroom is trashed
And I admit for a sec I was on the fence
Cause that padded room got hot
So I had to vent
I miss the days where a rapper
Had to have some cents
Before they even saw a dolla', imagine it
I don't mean rappers that
Rap about laba-rynths
And apartheid, and all kinds of bad-ass shit
What happened to freestylin' in the
Park till' it's dark
Painting pictures from finish to start
Like it's an art
Now all I see on 106th and park is dumb
Dances and rappers that'd I'd
Rather hear bark
"Ya bitch ya!Publablalalapla ya bitch
Ya I'm paylalala" that's all I hear when
These mo'fuckas' rhyme and
Can't believe y'all got this mo'fucka' signed

Here we go everyone's a rapper
Like hand me flows
When you know you wanna get
A spin on the merry-go
I don't care if you were 12 years
Old and priest saw your rear-view
Even he wouldn't feel you
People tell me fuck it X
You can get a deal too
Just make one of them songs to
Make em all hear you
Then drop an album showcasing the real you
And thats what all these new young
Rappers that get deals do
Niggas don't even spit that raw anymore
They don't know a break from a Kit Kat bar
They don't know the difference between
A classic and a hoopty
And half they lives is out
Of a Martin Scorsese movie
And fans shake they head in
Agreement with what I said
When they ringtone is probably
Snap ya' finga', shake ya' leg
We got to put an end to the bullshit
Indebted i said it
And every single word, yep', I meant it
Does it take a T-Pain feature
For y'all to get it?
Download my mp3 and not a snippet
Make all my concerts free to get a ticket
And you can quote me on all of these lyrics
And now you hear it

So what's eating Gilbert Grape?
The fact that I'm filled with hate
That makes a nigga feel this way
Or maybe cause I gotta deal with hate
From niggas I don't know
I could get killed today
See I went against the wind
And I'm into Tornado Alley
So that's kinda tough when you in this state
So while everybody was trappin'
And bustin they macs
I was opening the window, like William Gates
My album Complex did amazing
Things for my city
Alienated me from all the cats
That ain't worked with me
I charge four-sixteen and niggas
Like who is he
But hustlers know time is money
And I gets busy
So when niggas try to diss me
I just laugh it out
Cause, I don't think they even
Know what they mad about
Like local cats become rappers and
Of course they wanna' battle
So I'm the default nigga they rap about
Oh my, I got bigger things to do
So I don't got time to sit
And hate on yo mans
No lie, my money tight like a Jew
So why would I concentrate on yo' camp
I came from the bottom to
The top without a hand
Without Craig and the Power 93 band
Told em' mamma's gone and they
Said I'd never be one
Payback's a bitch so I just want a refund
Shooting for the stars while bars
Just wanna see one, and need one
And have a baby bob on the cute one
Sometimes I ask myself, what's the reasons?
That I wanna be part of this
Game with what it's become
Thats the question that I dance around to
And maybe on my album I'll
Have an answer for you
But till' then I'll just
Keep dancing and snappin'
Smilin' and rappin'
And just wait and see what happens