This ain't about the leagues, they just casualties
This about these rappers who lost their passion, see?

Used to write with savagery, attack your whole faculty.
Now they show up half-asleep, performing like it's pageantry.

Where's the mastery? The bars that used to shatter dreams?
Now it's "what's my salary?" before they even craft a scheme.

Asking prices maxed out, but the pen game's a tragedy.
Half these battles feel like blasphemy: a slap to the legacy.