Tropical Storm Lyrics

I call these rappers baby seals, 'cause they club you to death

I could call em' Navy SEALs, 'cause they government feds

What become of the vets? They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt

There ain't no love and no respect, it's like a gang, it's like a club or a set

Hip hop's the new WWF

What do you rap or do you wrestle' niggas love to forget

We got till it's gone, you think you on, you still hustling? Backwards

Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin' disaster

Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus

They couldn't find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts

Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper?

An entertainer or the author of the last chapter

We living in these times of love and cholera

Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous

We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit

We still waiting for the Congress to acknowledge this

You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your paper up

You can't always just borrow and asks for favors, bruh

Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor's stuff

Karma's a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin', bruh

I start a conversation based on general observation

Hip hop is not a nation, take it to population

Niggas got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan

Awaiting trial, debating how the hell I got placed in this system

Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination?

They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement

You hear the congregation ' this is the hostile gospel

What the people want? Please deliver us

We wanna live it up, please deliver us

This is the, this is the, this is the hostile gospel