Dysphoria | Clout Chaser - Hakeem Prime

Dysphoria -
They reach for the crown, but they never bled for the throne
Critique the field cus we built it
Outta struggle and bone
You quote the code but forgot it’s carved in conflict and pain
Then penalize the ones with skills like clout chaser is not hip hop’s name

You mfers let mumble rap become hot
We are not the same, make a idahoan put you up on game
You want a “champion” but only the ones that look tall on screen

Then shame ya tribe when they find the ones that claim the fame
This culture’s code in chaos— hieroglyphs hidden in the Red bull cypher
You judge the hunger from your couch, but ain’t wrestled with the fire

Gatekeeper on the wave, I watch em break on the reef
I speak tsunami— when yo opinion barely puddle
Beneath
Skill ain’t dead, but notoriety the currency now
So I ghost through your rules like I’m studying Tao
Consume it or shut the fuck up, but don’t twist up the essence
I rap for scars, not applause from yo passive-aggression
Listen to the message!

She want the
Woo woo x2
(speaking on a loud speaker)

I would never let them play me like ain't that nigga
In any city unlocked the frequency just so
They can sense a nigga
You can live lavishly in a tragedy
Or live in ya means happily
They worrying about my choices
I might pull a sonny and serve em handsomely

Yee yee

This that will smith
This that sisco
Them lies gotta go (them lies gotta go)
Aye Its embarrassing
They stole from Randy O
Then claimed the win just for pretend
The smoke cleared folk
2Pac died in Nevada, & repped for the Bay
Now you pull a Grand Theft Auto just to ride his wave
You wanted good cred
So I changed the temp & cranked it (to the max)
See I’m just showin’ y’all that few, men really matter
Don’t need a co-sign, I’m signed to the moment
Every contradiction. I expose it, now lil man own it
Cause he didn't want em
If the west up then imma should push up
And lyft the rest up
Everyday I claim a dub from my plug
Blowing them angels
Got em crunched under presser like a Pringle
He not mike he black Kurt Angle
He want to hide after this
Homeboy he dont want to tango

Why the pop star your rival, and I’m too easy?
On stage with bell bottoms dressing sleazy
Owe hoping the boy take it easy
This ain’t logic, that’s plot of the con man
Tell em one moved the king
Now there's beef in every thread like
They forgot what one peace can bring
It just take a few men to rewrite the code
No fold, no pretend
I’m labeled to the trend
I’m Oakland-bred, no loaf!
On mamas, I bark and bite —
Straight from the den like my twin
Yeah we In the fight
On tour praising your biggest enemies
With frenemies
They Say I’m a clout chaser? That’s ironic
He gave clout to the chasers, no deposits for they labor
Sound Iike a plot twist to me
I’m mobbing off the tension, since you left the friction
Woke enough just to see the play
I tell it and im from the west so i guess im dirty dirty
Talkin’ legacy and ethics, but y’all pick what apply like
ICE i’m trying to slap one nice cause they took Maria
Trying to hit them with a Macarena
Let’s face it the midget is a screensaver
They trying to hit them with the green paper
Cause he’s a lucky charm
They tryna hope that the hypocrisy don’t mean no harm
Im bout to rollem up like a burnt river farm
He can’t reply to he real rap
He can't reply to the real slaps
Thats a penalty
Make believe crown make em get on they knees for the time being
And we ain't joking they just floating (????)