Slick J - Torture Lyrics

I can smell your fear boy
Each and every f*cking one of em
I'll take you down, but where's the fun in that
I guess I'm from a different kind of time
Music had a different kind of vibe
Used to be, but now I'm not surprised
I'm lookin' through a different set of eyes
I know we ain't goin' back now
Look at the way that I rap now
Ain't this what all of y'all wanted
Ain't this what all of y'all wanted
Y'all killin' me
All I wanna do is flow until I kill the beat
But too many muthaf*ckas wanna hear the beat
So nobody wanna get the f*ckin' skill to be
Dope on the mic
Nobody cares if we all sound alike
Keepin' the flow simple, then we repeat it
Keepin' the flow simple, then we repeat it
I'm being tortured
I know that I'm being forced to
Conform to this metamorphosis
Twisted like a contortionist
It's so unfortunate
When more than just a portion of us
Form these words into a rhythm
Hotter than some torches lit
But the fans ain't the same though
And they run the whole thang in the game yo
So I gotta take the pain in the brain yo
And say the same thangs with the same flow
Yea right that'll never happen
Slick don't get sick of the clever rappin'
So you better make space in the game for me
All you muthaf*ckas sleepin' just wait and see
I am f*cking sick and tired
Of the level of stupidity
C'mon, you call that music
The f*ck is wrong with you
Half of y'all don't even wanna rap
Half of y'all don't even gotta rap
Throwin' some dirt on a name
'Cause nowadays trollin' don't got a cap
Wildin' out to get attention
There ain't no other intention
If you really give a f*ck about hip-hop
Then you know it needs intervention
But they say don't bitch about it
That I hate on the shit 'cause they rich, I doubt it
Get a bit in my feelings and take offense about it
I'm upset, but I won't slit my wrist about it
I just wish that a bit more found it
Crowded with the clout, now the shit's so clouded
Every ounce of you pounced 'till you get surrounded
By the fame and the chains and the grill yo mouth fits
This shit feel like Auschwitz
Y'all blame old heads, and the skilled get doused with
Gas then y'all gas up what's in y'all couches
Trash that you bump all up in yo houses
Ain't shit that we can do 'bout this
Fans gotta plan how to get up out this
Stop makin' wack shit famous
That's how you end up brainless
All y'all wishin' that I lost ambition
That I lost that vision of a new day
But I can't stop givin' it, long as I'm livin'
So I just won't listen to what you say
All the real ones know what I'm talkin' about
We stoppin' the clout, and givin' em a stomp in the mouth
All the hip-hop heads gotta make it known
That we won't condone clones on a microphone
Please don't look so surprised
Did you really think it would end up
Some other kind of way
We're gonna have some new policies here
Kiss yo ass goodbye