| Goodbye rap |
| This song is about everybody involved in hip-hop |
| People that just came into this business so late |
| All the DJs that don’t know what they are doing, that don’t know real records |
| And everybody that think they can rap, wasting time |
| This song is called ‘Goodbye Rap.' |
| This song is the last song |
| I quit rap, couldn’t find competition |
| I threw hip-hop in the garbage |
| The rap hall of fame had to pay homage |
| While everyone was fat cookin' sausage |
| I was wearin' ostrich |
| Rap ain’t been the same since I had it hostage |
| The last song I guess was written wrong |
| First class flight I’m leavin' MCs to fight over who’s the best, I’m gone |
| To a secret shelter in space |
| An astronaut ready to take off |
| Go home to the Bat Cave and take my cape off |
| A rock star, still I will shock tomorrow |
| Rap went out the door, all MCs cry with tears |
| Miss my metaphor |
| Inspiration gone now they gotta see artificial tissue on tour |
| From the Bronx, true story |
| Ask Bambaataa and Kool Herc |
| I don’t rap no more, I don’t rap no more |
| That’s it |
| And the downloaders you get no credit |
| You destroyed your own thing all over |
| Remember that. You ain’t really fly |
| The ciphers… WHACK |
| Everybody samplin' old man records… WHACK |
| Everybody tryin' to collect records… WHACK |
| Everybody trying to get up on open mics… WHACK |
| All the DJs playing trendy music… WHACK |
| Commercial artists trying to collaborate with pop artists… WHACK |
| Everybody trying to think they can grow dreads to become hip-hop… WHACK |
| Finalists and panelists talking on TV shows trying to judge rap… WHACK |
| People that just got into rap yesterday… WHACK |
| WHACK |