Rap Is Senseless - The Grouch

Grouch, whoa, we’ve got The Grouch

My man Grouch is in the house

Another member of the Living Legends crew

(I never saw your 4-track demo circulating in my town)

I mean, you know, fools just come out and start rapping and shit

You know what I’m saying, never putting any work in

Prior to, you know what I’m saying, going into a 24 track studio

All a waste of money and shit

Never really rocked a show, you know what I’m saying?

Never had to perform in front of people

I cannot lie and say I’ve rapped since ‘85

I didn’t battle in the parks when the art of b-boying was alive

But if I did I’d be the baddest emcee out

Like many claim they are beyond the shadow of a doubt

I’m on the path, but then my clout is very small right now

But as the days go by it grows tall, and I’ll try

My best to be the fresh-est that I can be

And let you see me, not the creation of a company

Not crumpling G’s, though I’m traveling overseas

Scribbling flows with ease as my siblings joke and tease

I’m soaking these days up, cause it doesn’t get no better

And I know better, I flow whether or not you try to stop me

Cause I’m the master, so who’s the copy?

Not me

Someone take a census, rap is senseless now

Fools create the fake and pretend it’s style

I try to mend the break but the fracture is deep

Most rapture is weak

And then they came by the dozens

Sisters, uncles, nephews, brothers, nieces, cousins

Whoever you was in this world you were eligible

You’ll be tellin the whole planet you were a victim

As long as you rhymed that with «trigger finger» and the «N» word

Men heard this and were interested

Centers tested these men on speed and the ability to make bass

Then they take teams and the battle begins to take place

At a great rate currency was made

So few emcees were paid, most faked it and played rich in videos

Collecting scratch from doing shitty shows

It’s pretty low how it functioned

Most had the assumption that rap was an easy way out

The easy route, that’s how I know what I’m talking about

So in ‘96 originality is really hard to find

Fools create one song and submit it just to get signed

They say forget finding out how shit works

Then they obtain a contract and complain about getting jerked

My written work stack grow larger everyday

As the reality of being true comes farther into play

It gets harder in a way, but in the end

I know that everything I do today’s going to pay off

So stay off the bandwagon when it does, in a minute cuz it’s near

I feel it in my bones that all foes shall run in fear

I come with shear musical elegance

And ladies who try to degrade me, they’re unintelligent

But it’s like, you know what I’m sayin'

Muthafuckas that never did a show

Holdin' a mic all at the top

You can never hear what they sayin'

They wanna complain about the sounds and shit

Get on MTV Raps or Rap City

Can’t even pronounceate and pronounce their words

Can’t even speak English, trying to rap and shit

C’mon, master your shit before you get out in the public with that bullshit

For real, shit is senseless