Jonnie V. Hendrix - State of Rap Lyrics

For starters, I'm Jonnie Da Vision Hendrix Light skin nigga, with a mask for a necklace
Baking soda god incase you wonder where the chef is
When it come to rap, you niggas just not impressive
Throwin' punches but lines never connectin
Talkin' bout bottles and bitches up in your section
Light it up, I'm air walkin' The Session
Manic depressive, it's really more an obsession
They don't know, nooooo
They don't know,noooooo
Hello, hi, my name is Mr. I'm Finally Famous
Tell me how your day went as I slam you to the pavement
Grew up knowin' very well police would never save him
Hell ain't they the reason that we Endangered
Guns blazin, ain't nobody gon' make it
It's hard to tell if we destined or forsaken
The deals we makin' with devils stealing our fate n
The state of rap, music belong to Satan
They don't know,nooooo
They don't know what they want