Lyrics

I don’t mean to be critical
But Kayne ain’t the pinnacle
Actin like them other rappers are typical
Like they the east far removed from West like sins abominable
I ain’t falling for it
Dude drops one gospel album
And now all of a sudden he’s lit?
Everybody in the church talkin’ about him
And the rest they forget?
Like the rest ain’t legit?

But while Yeezy was still sleazy
Them boys were the grain in The Grits
Overworking it
Scattering them seeds until the soil relents
The money’s been spent
Crae #1 on the billboards
And folks wanna act like he’s a kid playing in the sand
That’s insane!
He’s the original Anomaly
West ain’t the key
He just one solitary grain
Of dirt beside a titanic sea
of fish that paved his dropout way
Man, y’all be Trippin’ like Lee

All this talk is sheer Propaganda
West ain’t the only bad mamma jamma.
Give me 52 reasons why Kanye’s the hamma
And all these others are just nails
Yeezus ain’t the warden of this slammer
Jesus is!
He’s the one putting on the feast
Kayne’s just the yeast
The least of these
He ain’t the honey, he’s just a bee
Getting all this buzz
There’s no need!
He ain’t the main course, the platter
He’s just the hors d'oeuvres, the appetizer
The third course is what’ll take us higher
The T-Bone to your Aunt Jemima pancake par-tay
With no nutrition, just revelry

Yo, all this empty speech is like DC
Words are worthless when Talk is cheap
Kayne ain’t the king of hip hop
He’s an assistant to the veep
Even if the commander in chief
Shouts him out in his tweets

All this chatter is like legs without feet
West ain’t the only Gospel Gangsta on the street
This Cross Movement began in the east
been goin’ since ’96 in Philly
Nearly a decade before he dropped outta uni

So put down them new records
And pick up them old CDs
Let the cloud of witnesses sing
Them pioneering, sacrosanct MCs
Kanye’s still a plebe
Jesus the only king
The Life of Pablo
Now just a Beautiful Eulogy

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