Ripping the Wrapper

I'm so sick of rappers
Talking smack about me
Like their matters matter
Their crackers, their cheese
Like what's on THEIR feet
Is really important
Caught in their beef
Our fat counts enormous
They map out the courses
We murder to run
Then laugh at their horses
Who worship the sun
But when the word's said and done
The moon is forgotten
The her then becomes
Fruit gone rotten
Praised for their bottoms
The focus of their pictures
Posted for comments
Yet still they quote scriptures
But the rap is the fister
We're willing vaginas
They seem to hate sisters
In most of their rhymes the
Goal seems to find a
New way to push hate
In line after line fah
Q's all they say
Abusive, they play
The aggressor with ease
They're truthfully fake
And best on THEIR knees
Begging for seeds
Shot from the chosen
Spreading disease
Clotting the flow when
They do as their told then
Keep their mouths shut
They hold the hole open
Put the spotlight on butts
Am I really that nuts
Just look at the scene
Most of it sucks
You scream what I mean
The kings are all Queens
And not that gay's wrong
But when you bash that same thing
In all your lame songs
I hear a gong
I call bullshit
Your illusion's strong
Yet SO obvious
The earings, the "whips"
The smearing of chicks
They dumb us down
Beneath their crown
While stearing little kids
I've clearly lost my lid
But if it's round
Then why have mounds
Of counter evidence
It's all so relevant
If you suddenly found
You've been the clown
How much would you give
To finally start to live
Without the sound
Designed to bound
With lies and ignorance
Their eyes can't hide the slits
The camera can't be fooled
Suprise, their not the shit
They sit on rented stools
Repent ye tools
Follow your piper
Choosing to lose
We swallow the cypher
Hollow, their fighter
Has a glass jaw
They wallow in light where
Stupid is law
Using music to stall
The progress of progression
Proving clueless when called
To answer the question
What's your definition
Of wearing blackface
That ends today's lesson
Now how did that taste?