Hunter-Tonedeff

Well, well, well if it isn't this motherf**ker again! Are you serious? You figured that ni**a had disappeared and sh*t, but here he is/ Wielding the power of perspective you only get when investing years in this Cause nothing's more expensive than experience/ And I'm spent - delirious - ballin outta my mind And I've lost it, I'm buying all of ya off, fall into a line Every fraud has a price, and it's bottom dollar bargaining time/ You can't offer me bribes cause all that you got is already mine/ But that's awfully kind – Thanks! Now shut your f**king mouth! Y'all been f**king round…in my f**king house I'm hearing the same voice coming out of a hundred mouths – A hundred thou, if we count the underground And there's nothing I frown upon harder than air quote "artists " Borrowing their whole product from whoever's popular and then ain't so modest Like they so hot because they so blogged Like it wasn't their marketing dollars that paid for all it, No-wait! Don't call it! Don't hate, Tone! Play the game, don't knock it But that is a lot like forcing me to swallow your snot, then being like "Hey! don't vomit! " Y'all way too soft on these a-holes, dog I'm saying this sh*t from a place so honest there ain't no wrong in it – F**K EVERYTHING When I wrote Politics I was a kid acknowledging all of the sh*t Now I'm an adult and I feel like a prophet Like how many shots did I call? Should I call my accountant? Since Hip Hop - the counter culture - became the culture of counting Yet, accountability's dead – We just out for them checks So proud that we gotta sell out for respect And the barely hidden insincerity is so foul, you live with the threat That hi-5's are always followed with a request Somebody said that success is the best revenge, And it's a point so valid That *s is all network, no talent It's an imbalance, so telling it like it is just might destroy your access To this circus of trend-whores with coke habits - Well, I've had it! I'm earnest - to the platelets in my bones And anyone afraid to burn a bridge is too lazy to build their own I'm obsessive compulsive - reps are what I know A perfectionist with a restraining order - can't leave well-enough alone So, I tend to expose the devil that's close And that never bodes well for their soul-selling M.O Like when our distributor fell in a hole and said they were broke But they kept what they sold so I never saw a cent of my dough Here's another lesson to quote, becoming friends with the press is a NO Cause they grow resentful, it's best the less that they know Them muff**kers pretend that they're so essential – the probe isn't farfetched - They're just star-f**kers with pencils in tow – But yo. the most disrespectful joke especially low I bled for this, bro - Even went to the post to send you this d**e - Indie is trendy so Majors will cloak their artists as independents and pose That's like repping as organic Pepsi & Coke/ You didn't do it yourself! You ain't authentic, you never knew what I felt The disabling stress that ruined my health You're claiming credit like you ain't abetted by ludicrous wealth And then aided by numerous helpers, You may fool em well, cause who's gonna tell? Me… *bag! Did you get a billion views from an elf? (Oh it's magic!) Clear channel don't have no room on its shelves for a book of spells You know that sh*t's bad, when a kid's hat is a big splash And we skip past if he spits raps, but his hip dance is a hit smash within six flat It's a *slap in the face, when you've mastered a trade And every brick you've paved for their way is smashed in a day And so rappers become actors, and then actors become rappers This ain't fantasy fulfillment, this sh*t is facts for the stage! It went from Sucka MCs to wack *s to herbs To faggots, to lames, backpackers, netcees to nerds To hipsters to blog rappers to frat, struggle to drill But none of those name come if you're ill I am the hunter that went for the jugular Spilling the blood of other hunters, And still I summoned the hunger to kill But you bring out the worst in me, cause them pickings ain't nourishing And it eats me alive - it hurts when this stomach is filled The new run of the mill: chasing fame. In this day and age. When brutality's raging Like fashion and throwing cash in our faces, is gonna change it It's vapid, it's aimless, I can't quit, I have to just say this - Cause I'm a f**king man – and that's dedication End of statement