An Uninspiring Art
By: Ronnie Sidney a.k.a Jeff Sticks
Septermber 2001


Rap makes me sick,
I see the real heart of the industry.
Creating a fantasy paradise,
preaching materialistic ministries.
Shinny chains and rings
Getting brains and cocaine.
Spit the same shit every verse,
say every kinda dope name.
Niggaz rap about,
what most of them only seen.
Create a tough name,
braid they hair and sag they jeans.
You DMX nigga,
act more like Charlie Sheen.
Just a joke with a face,
puppeted by CEO's behind the scenes.
Whats goin on,
echo in my ear everybay.
Studio niggaz go from airplay,
to gun play.
You ain't got nothing to prove money,
get that doe.
You only considered a sellout,
if sell ya soul.
The reason why commercial is common,
and original is wack.
Is because 90% of people who buy hip hop,
not even black.
I'm kinda glad for mp3,
maybe emcees stop putting out half ass tapes.
18 tracks listed,
but 40% of the tape is skits and breaks.
Now we got R&B thugs,
rapping songs or singing the hooks.
Nigga you fake,
I ain't never heard of R&B crook.
Maybe the game will change,
and underground emcees will rise to the top.
Maybe they will get a deal,
and some of they records actually get sold out of out stock.
Only when these old rappers retire,
and stop coming back when they do.
Only say it to sell units,
or to advertise their up and coming group.
To many CEO's,
and not enough talented rappers.
We need rapper development,
not inner city actors.
A little more variety,
not just ever region saying the same thing.
Dirty south rap about golds,
and up north about crack and cream.
Midwest rap about hoes,
and Cali rap about 64's.
Canadian rappers stink,
and overseas niggaz stink more. 
I'ma give rap up,
and just listen to silence.
Rather hear nothing,
than 100 hundred rappers talk about drugs and violence.