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Beyond Typical

Turn the radio on, déjà vu in my ear, Same drums, same guns, same hustler career, Everybody kingpins, everybody survived, Every rapper got a story but it’s carbon-copied lives. Gold chains, cocaine, trauma for the streams, Pain monetized, turned to algorithm dreams, I ain’t sayin’ it ain’t real, I ain’t sayin’ it’s fake, I’m sayin’ when it loops too much, it start losin’ its weight. Same ad-libs barkin’ like a call-and-response, Same hook every eight bars, prayin’ it bonds, We used to bend language, push limits, take risks, Now it’s templates and presets, rinse, repeat, remix. It’s all the same song when I turn Dr Dre on, Compton, ballas, somethin’ ’bout Impala’s, Same dreams, same scenes, same problems, Different voice, same script, same dollars. I miss the hunger in the words, not the commas, Say somethin’ new, don’t just echo the genre, It’s all the same song when I turn Dr Dre on, Press play, déjà vu, yeah the cycle goes on. I want bars that make me pause, make me rewind, Not just nod my head ’cause the beat’s designed, Where the poets at? Where the thinkers hidin’? Everybody chasin’ charts, nobody climbin’. Pain turned product, truth turned brand, Suffering looped for the sake of the plan, If it don’t fit the mold, they don’t wanna invest, So originality suffocates under “what worked best.” I ain’t anti-legacy, I respect the throne, But legends broke rules, they ain’t phone it home, If the pioneers heard this copy-paste wave, They’d say, “Y’all forgot what we bled to create.” It’s all the same song when I turn Dr Dre on, Compton, ballas, somethin’ ’bout Impala’s, Same flex, same threats, same armor, Different face, same verse, same posture. I miss when the mic felt honest, not polished, When a flaw in your voice made the truth feel solid, It’s all the same song when I turn Dr Dre on, Press play, déjà vu, yeah the cycle goes on. I’m not hatin’, I’m waitin’, For a voice with a spine, Say less about survival, Say more about the mind It’s all the same song, yeah we stuck in the loop, Same hook, same look, same proof, Break the pattern, take a chance, tell the truth, Hip-hop was born to evolve — not dilute.