TOM MACDONALD feat DAX | Blame The Rappers Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

I’m a rapper but I’m losing my respect for the genre

How many songs about Xanax and alcohol are we dropping?

How many kids we gonna kill ‘for we admit it’s a problem?

Probly stop if was one of our sons or one of our daughters

We know our demographic is primarily youth

We glorify breaking the law to children in school

Kids copy what we say and imitate what we do

They’ll go to jail for doing the things you told em was cool

We put women in our videos, exploiting their bodies

While little girls around the world look at they phone while they watch it

They need a realistic role model, not just a Barbie

They see strippers and escorts but no lawyers or doctors

Hey Hip-Hop, what the hell happened?

It was power to the people, and we liked that stuff

These days you’re promoting thats it’s fun to be an addict, so I’m askin, how could you write that bruh?

You can blame the rappers

That you blow up

But your favourite songs are about doing drugs

So What happens after

These kids grow up

And who’s to blame for who they’ve become

They made it look so cool

To shoot those guns

And hate the cops

And to get too drunk

You can’t blame the rappers

When you show up

And love the songs

That make you dumb

[Dax:]

Making music is a privilege and choice

And if you ever get to be successful you must understand the people that you influence are swayed by what you say and that melodies you sing make wings, build dreams, and fill voids

We are medication straight through voice

Some give life, and some destroy

And even though this money seems nice it can’t come so we must take as hint that there’s other things in life you should enjoy

We move mountains

We cross states

We play roles in presidential debates

So don’t you try and tell me making music is for fun and you don’t care about the things that our music help make

Man I know I’m not perfect

But I’ll change

I’m the outcome of this world and my pain

And this music is pills and I promise this dose that you take won’t make you say

[Tom MacDonald:]

You can blame the rappers

That you blow up

But your favourite songs are about doing drugs

So What happens after

These kids grow up

And who’s to blame for who they’ve become

They made it look so cool

To shoot those guns

And hate the cops

And to get too drunk

You can’t blame the rappers

When you show up

And love the songs

That make you dumb

I’m a rapper but I swear that I’m embarrassed

Half of these artists can’t even talk, they just mumble the lyrics

And the teenagers listen while they rebel from their parents

While the rappers tell ’em pop a pill, buy Gucci and wear it

We say screw the police, break the rules, smoke weed

By some shoes you don’t need, rep the hood and yo street

All these rappers holdin’ guns and now the kids want some

Mess around and kill they homie, you can’t clean that blood

We encourage being stupid with our music, and we’re normalizing poor morals standard while do it

Little boys see the way that the women look in our videos and assume it’s real-life, project that image on little girls

It’s un-realistic, if you’re young and you listen, you are one in a million, you are loved, you are different

Hey Hip-Hop, I know life moves on

But while I’m here, how could you write that, dawg?

You can blame the rappers

That you blow up

But your favourite songs are about doing drugs

So What happens after

These kids grow up

And who’s to blame for who they’ve become

They made it look so cool

To shoot those guns

And hate the cops

And to get too drunk

You can’t blame the rappers

When you show up

And love the songs

That make you dumb

Dollar bills and poppin’ pulls like party songs

It’s not cool in real life

Cheap thrills and goin’ till the morning comes

See what that feels like

You can blame the rappers

That you blow up

But your favourite songs are about doing drugs

So what happens after

These kids grow up

And who’s to blame for who they’ve become

They made it look so cool

To shoot those guns

And hate the cops

And to get too drunk

You can’t blame the rappers

When you show up

And love the songs

That make you dumb