Hyperaptive Follow The Leader
[Hook]
If you can't write, but still you're eager
To have a name, and not be any geezer
Just sit back, and take a breather
Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader
And one day, you can pull the lever
Get dressed up, act and talk like either
Of one of your favourite MC's, that's the procedure
Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader
[Verse 1]
It's simple, these days in the game if you wanna spit
You just gotta sit, for a split second infront of six
Or so of your favourite MC's and become a mix
Of each, get some crunk beats, take a ton of pics
It's a simple as that, no need to be legit
Why bother when you can talk nonsense and be the shit?
Everyone out there just follows the leaders list
And this game is an iceburg, you can just see the tip
Ten million people wanting to blow like a cannon ball
Won't be long till everyone over the whole planet'll
Be spitting, till we ain't got nowhere else to cram it all
Just aswell this game is nice and mechanical
One man leads, the rest are following suit
Spoon fed the rules like a baby swallowing soup
It doesn't matter if your head's hollow and useless
As a city council run by squarreling utes
You don't need skill, just gotta master the image
No matter where you're from, how less darker your skin is
If you're not looking like a G after you're finished
Or representing the ends, you'll be faster diminished
But if blowing up's your divine ambition
Pay attention, shut up, get in line and listen
Follow the game's design with fine precision
And you too can have the chance to shine and glisten
[Hook]
If you can't write, but still you're eager
To have a name, and not be any geezer
Just sit back, and take a breather
Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader
And one day, you can pull the lever
Get dressed up, act and talk like either
Of one of your favourite MC's, that's the procedure
Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader
[Verse 2]
So here's the rules, if you wanna be a top spitter
And get to the top spots only a lot quicker
Copy everyone else, forget if you're not sicker
Just talk like you've got straps, women and pop liquor
And if that's done, you're almost ready so let's go
Last thing, you've just gotta follow the dress code
Hang your tracksuits down to your ass, no less though
Put on a cap, hoody, trainers and presto
You're another manufactured spitting machine
No different from any other prick in the scene
Try bring something original, you'll shit in your jeans
But the industry will love you cos you fit the regime
Now, in case you haven't noticed
I was being sarcastic when i wrote this
The result of following at most is
Being another brainless MC who's hopeless
That's the reason tracks these days sound like dollops
Of shit, i'm just watching while each mind trollops
Along, following, but don't mind my bolox
Let the game be run by springs and hydraulics
Till it's all full, of artificial intelligence
Till the game's ancient and missed for it's elegance
Long gone the days rap consisted of relevance
Till it's truely boring and stripped of it's eloquence
[Hook]
If you can't write, but still you're eager
To have a name, and not be any geezer
Just sit back, and take a breather
Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader
And one day, you can pull the lever
Get dressed up, act and talk like either
Of one of your favourite MC's, that's the procedure
Cos all you gotta do is follow the leader