Let's go back to a time where things were grooving And moving and the fine music was soothing You could listen to sick funk and get Berry Punch drunk Before our IQ shrunk; before hip-hop had sunk
Before these kids completely sold out Before getting bits was what it's about Before the fable of record labels killed The industry with greed that it instilled
Now Ponyville was a chill little place In the 80's you couldn't even drop the bass! But now these foals enable hateful appraisal Just cause I'm a unicorn y'all are gonna get racial?
You silly filly, hush up before I get willy nilly - kick your flank out the door Like a Cupcakes scene, it'll be a little bit tragic When you see THIS unicorn pull some lyrical magic!
And I'm so ticked off, so there's not much to say Cause Celestia raised the damn taxes today And for some reason, I feel nothing but doubt Cause I'm not even sure if my album's coming out!
I'm stressing, nothing short of depressing I have to keep messing to keep these kids guessing It's testing me, and all I have to say Is that music ain't as good as back in the day
Fame never made the game Cause this music all sounds the same Insane with nothing to gain And I don't really know who or what to blame
And I think we can tell That our music ain't doing so well Hell, I really don't care what you say You never ever hear songs like back in the day
I can still remember the first song I made And displayed when I was freaking afraid But I stayed and was told it was in the queue Fast forward three months: I still do this for all of you
I don't know why so many bronies don't care About the other rappers starting out, out there Sickness is a dick, and Temporal Walker's a stalker And Pipsqueak's a tree and thirteen - what a shocker!
I want them famous. It just feels so bad They don't have the damn opportunities I had I'll pick 'em up and nurse their careers to good heatlh And get them up here even if I have to do it myself
It's sad, I'm mad that we've degraded this far Now everypony and their mom wants to be a superstar They know who they are and freaking forsake That it isn't about fame, it's the music you make!
People just hate and alienate the fact That the great music we had came with original tracks The absolute magic that music had gave Now even Starswirl The Bearded is rolling in his grave! [Damn kids!]
We need music with emotion like Octavia's passion We need music with style like Rarity's fashion I plead that we need songs without greed We need music that spreads nothing but compassion
Fame never made the game Cause this music all sounds the same Insane with nothing to gain And I don't really know who or what to blame
And I think we can tell That our music ain't doing so well Hell, I really don't care what you say You never ever hear songs like back in the day
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Fame never made the game Cause this music all sounds the same Insane with nothing to gain And I don't really know who or what to blame
And I think we can tell That our music ain't doing so well Hell, I really don't care what you say You never ever hear songs like back in the day
(And) Fame never made the game Cause this music all sounds the same Insane with nothing to gain And I don't really know who or what to blame
And I think we can tell That our music ain't doing so well Hell, I really don't care what you say You never ever hear songs like back in the dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
