Nothing is Cool - McEnroe, Birdapres

And it all revolves around how money is made

Best believe your hero has a closet full of skeletons

Telling him lies with a mouth full of Aspartame

Selling out for a life full after fame

Shelling out for status is insane

Yelling out but you’re speaking to a vacuum

Not as pretty when you’re puking in the bathroom

The dirtiest deals conducted in the boardroom

The owner’s son forgotten for a signing bonus

They sold us a beautiful facade

Carefully constructed but tragically flawed

So face facts for your fake fake acts

Cause when the case cracks can the fame take back?

Admit you’re stuck playing a part time sucker

Who sold his soul out to have his face on a sticker somewhere

Look in the mirror

Gaze at a fool

Cash in your checks

Go back to school

You wanna be up on what’s hip and what rules

Then talk about nothing cause nothing is cool

It ain’t about the money

Forget about the jewels

Get a real job, drop out of school

You wanna be up on what’s fresh and what rules

Then talk about nothing cause nothing is cool

Martini’s and cigars, luxury cars

Does anybody here give a fuck who we are?

Rappers and singers, pimps and actors

All been has beens since this time last year

Retro-neuvo, west coast, electro

Ain’t a damn thing change but the tempo

Wack is hella cool, cool is hella wack

Do these people here need me to tell 'em that?

Avant garde, hardcore revisionist

Boutique labels going out of business

Graffiti t-shirts, pastel track pants

Learn to break dance cause now’s your last chance

Emo is female, macks a bitch made

Cool to me is a comb that’s a switchblade

Just grab a bat and smash the pinata

Rock two of these like Flash and Bambaataa

Baby mom’s put their kids in camo

Pop music lyrics out of Guns & Ammo

Mash up’s made and the tunes just might clash

Asian kids all dress up like white trash

Turn off the video, rap it all hurts me

A bunch of midgets in basketball jerseys

Rich kids take up political causes

Collect welfare and get a few problems

With good teeth and skin that’s just flawless

Claiming poverty, that shit is obnoxious

Try too hard on some wannabe shit

Spitting throwback flow for a novelty hit

Cool

Cause I don’t get upset though

Put down the mic and go boycott Esso

Get low to it and do what you can

I don’t care what’s cool to you and your man

I saw homeboy with chains and a tracksuit

The look on his grill, like he just pulled a jack move

He fronts hard in a '97 Jag

But his neck’s gone green and car is dealer tagged

And the girl at the mall with the platinum card

Bags carried by home private security guard

She gives you a look, like you’re something she owns

But she’s gonna get grounded when she gets home

And the rock star that you waited long in line for

A V.I.P.

to finally meet him on tour

With so much in common

You’re sure to be best bros

He says two words than steps to his next show

The dream so real, reality is pitiful

So don’t put me on top of your pedestal

Kept a distance for a specific purpose

You might not like what’s under the surface