Not a Fan - Reks, Termanology, Big Shug

Yeah man

Not a fan of all that garbage that they got out here man calling it music

But there is still a lot of good hip-hop though

Some good music out here too

So I’ma give yourself melodic, you know what I mean?

Big Shug with a couple of friends, feel me

Aha

It’s what it is

Aha

Not a fan though of that garbage

Check it

Only spitting shit you got to believe

You’s about as hood as Drake and Justin Bieb

You’s about as real as Hulk and Superman

Come to Mattapan, my sons will break your hands

Spicy veggies, curry, Pakistan

Big Shug reign supreme, I’m still that man

You can run if you want to, I’ll blaze your car

Nice footwork, you can go dance with the stars

Or decay in the trunk of a old stolen car

You don’t mean nothing to me, I don’t care who you are

One call will still get you stomped in a ball

No fronting tough, I done seen it all before

If I got beef, trust me, I’ll bring it to your door

And chop your ass up like I’m zipping the raw

You’s a cop caller, I see in your eyes

A snitch dude, the kind to despise

So I’ma open my stance with a bat in my hand

‘Cause I’ma send your head to the back of the stands

To be bagged and tagged in the back of a van

And buried deeply in six feet of sand

Yap, yap, yap, I can’t understand

You’s a good rapper, but I’m not a fan

I’m not a fan of yours

I’m not hating, all I’m just saying

Is I’m not a fan of yours

I’m not a fan, man

Look that way

Fuck out of here with that shit

Termanology

Shug, what up

Uh

I ain’t a fan of that shit you write, the whips and ice

You claim you got, how you play the blocks in Mercedes drives

When the truth is you’re going through illusions

Sitting in the house full of doubt, it’s confusing

You rap about ice, but you ain’t got a chain

Claiming you’re a gangster, but you ain’t got a name

Rappers nowadays perpetrate how they percolate

Man I miss the Raekwon, Ghostface, Purple Tape

Man I miss the De La, Gang Starr, Tribe days

Now we got a bunch of fake guys coming sideways

Looking in the mirror like «really, I’m the realist killer that ever lived»

But they never lived how we lived

I was raised in the ghetto, can you say the same though?

If you never lived like this, you shouldn’t say so

The music industry is fake as fuck, the music that they’re making sucks

Man I tell you I couldn’t make this up

Cheah

I was talking with the legends

Hood politicking ‘bout the present state of rap and what you rep ain’t

impressing

No, I’m not a fan

Was dope when you could throw a wack tape in garbage can

But now digital iTunes eliminate the physical, goddamn

Getting tagged with your BS

Radio payola got all the dumbed down rappers grabbing BDS

You see me stressed, you see the big homie Shug call Term and Reks

Told us aim for the necks

Cross dressing emo thugs, transgender sex

You can get the one between ring and index

Ding ding then flex off the turnbuckle then suplex

De La Soul, too complex

And with your nonsense bullshit content

If I don’t like it, I don’t like it, that’s common sense

Mattapan, I salute you, rest in power to the Guru

Forever gon' rep for the true school

Word up