Where'd It Go / Sushi no Rubber Lyrics

We used to cherish all the greatness

We used to love our creatives

We used to praise innovators

And get wowed by entertainers

We used to push ourselves and our limits

We done fell and got stitches

Went through hell but yo listen

We done came back and took no shit from no gimmicks

I put my soul in this

And wish for more minutes

To spit this shit that's slick as Rick

I'm rich

But no figures can sink or slow this ship

No matter whoever my opponent is

I'm known for this

But now they telling me to go slow

I'm too smart too fast

That's a a no-no

So now I'm looking around and I ask

Where'd it go

Cuz the bar

Is so damn low

What happened to the fire and the passion

Whatever happened to inspiring the masses

Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction

I can't even see no more no

I can't even see it no more

Makes me believe that the bar is the floor

And now I'm having to ask

Where'd it go

Cuz the bar

Is so damn low

I can't even see no more no

I can't even see it no more

Makes me believe that the bar is the floor

And now I'm having to ask

Where'd it go

I get scared for the state of the music

It's all for amusement

The opposite of smart it is stupid

No song moves me they are useless

It's like we are courage and the entertainment bizz is Eustace

And I'm just trying to give my two cents

Cuz hardly any artist has anything to do with

Future human improvement

It's only pollution

And I'm looking around like who's got the solution

Cuz these kids are too faded and too jaded

Only care about you if you famous

Only care about the image that you making

And then they rep it likes its there's like It's cool ain't it

It's all about the branding endorsements

Instead your message

Nah that's not important

So I'm looking around and I'm having to ask

Where'd it go

Cuz the bar

Is so damn low

What happened to the fire and the passion

Whatever happened to inspiring the masses

Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction

What happened to the fire and the passion

Whatever happened to inspiring the masses

Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction

Ayo I'm coming raw somethings off

Murdering beats with no remorse

Feeling like I did nothing wrong

Yucky like I cuz the cheese

And nasty like the underarm of running slobs

I'm all original

These lames are doing cover songs of other dogs

Who aren't even that great

They can suck my knob

Cookie cutter crappy rappers are so unattractive

Catholic priests wouldn't even wanna touch their balls

Fuck em all

I'm spiking harder than a volleyball

I party hard all the time

Similar to Hot Rod

But nobody knows me like the guy that went and shot Pac

Pop goes the weasel and so do these pop rocks

I'm popping all the people who believe that all this pop rocks

Lyrical anarchy until I hit the top spot

Writers block won't stop me

And neither will a cock block

Got bods

Jumping like they're playing games of hop scotch

With every line I spit

Cuz I'm the shit

I'm the caca

Flowing like diarrhea spewing out my bum bum

Got your girl giving me a blumpkin

And she's loving on my dumdum

Finished my business then I told her I was done Hun

She asked me if I liked her

I said somewhat

But not really

And the I called her a cab

When she left I started writing straight up slaughtering tracks

I'm only twenty

I got the quality raps

In quantity stacks

I am fucking awesome in fact

What do Molotovs kamikaze bombers and Brian have in common

Well not much

Just know we all result in

A form of destruction

So call in all departments

And sound the alarms

Cuz I'm getting ready to explode like atomic bombs

When I'm dropping all these bars

Fuck going ham

I'm a 90s ki

So I'm going Onyx hard

Believing in the heart of cards

Ladies yelling Hey Like I'm Arnold y'all

My flow is cold like an otter pop

I am blessed with lyrical precision

I am number one like Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen

So haters pay attention

To every single word I speak

Or get burned to the third degree

Get left needing surgery

Every time I murk the beat

Spitting it so perfectly

Eating rappers up with forks and knives common courtesy

I'm known to spit the truth and you're know for spitting that perjury

I'm the future of Hip Hop and the best emcee currently

Bitch

I'm the future of Hip Hop

And the best emcee currently,

Bitch

Isn't it obvious that I'm Hispanic

Isn't it obvious that I'm his panic

So every times I grab the mic he's like Shit damnit

Just my presence alone causes quick damage

To these actors turned rappers comparable to Nick Cannon

You're so awkward with the flow like a girl trying to piss standing

Or like Ice Spice trying to fit in spandex

My flow is sick grotesque and rancid

That if I was really trying then you couldn't fuckin handle it

That's why if cops were to catch me with a mic

Then I'll probably be sentenced to 25 to life

Cuz I be killing emcees this is my weapon of choice

I don't need any bullets all I need is my voice

To get the job done

You suck, man I'm awesome

If you don't wanna be beat

Then I suggest you keep your jaw shut

Cuz I'm the real deal one hundred percent authentic

I be fucking bitches up as if I had a dog fetish

Cuz I be fucking bitches up as if had a dog fetish

What

So nasty

God damn BTE you're so nasty

I'm the future of Hip Hop

And the best emcee currently

Bitch