Ghetto Blaster Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I cut down whack mcs like Brazilian trees
leaving them to their fake possibilities
They think they nobility
as they orchestrate their lack of ability
Creating songs that sound the same
masking them with a different name
Biting off people's shit like seagulls
I see through them like seeing through holes
They are all about the rap game
When their words just bring them shame
There is nothing they have said
that hasn't been said before
But still you're buying their shit
so they come out with more
Proclaiming themselves to be kings
by these whack rhymes they bring
Cause the hustle themselves so
they think they deserve some respect
You like a pozi scheme for the old people
but instead you target young people
So what if you know who to go after
you still aren't as cool as the music
I heard as a kid through a ghetto blaster