This is what ChatGPT had to say about the "Get A Taste" lyrics:

The rap lyrics showcase the artist's confidence and skill, delivering politically charged messages through effective use of syllables. They criticize others' work as insignificant and reject participation trophies, emphasizing the importance of improvement and mindful actions. The lyrics touch on loyalty, appreciating diverse success, and the presence of misery in an unfair world. The artist reflects on past indifference, criticizes conformity and societal pressures, and reveals personal tragedy while highlighting systemic issues.

Lyrics

I’m a formidable.
Incredible!
Rhyme skilled, lyrical.
I’m usin’ syllables.
I get political.
I got deliverables.
Move onto the spiritual.
Be memorable.

No Cap
but I like Cereal.
Your product
more like
immaterial.

I’m sorta like a mind fuck.
Get a taste
and feel like you’ve been
side punched.
Ya gold is fake!

No honorable mention
or no 2nd place.
You gets no participation trophy
for name sake!

Learned my lesson
from all the fake.
You do better
when you know better
mind ya plate.

Hold it down
with a familiar face.
Even yo shoulders got an agenda
Keep ‘em draped.

I keep my partna’s close
but no squares in my space.
Happy for you
even if it’s not my taste.

I go places I never been
so I can stay humble
and not live past my means.
It’s some miserable muthafucka’s out here,
that damn grass ain’t greener
life’s just not fair.

And Savoir Faire is everywhere!
I remember that shit
back when I didn’t
used to care.

Not a worry in the world.
I used to be thinkin’ .
Wonder what kinda nigga ima be,
if I live past the weekend.

SECOND VERSE

Ya gold is fake.
Ain’t nothin’ new.
Follow the leader
or some other crew.

If they do it
I gotta do it too. (why is that)
I don’t wanna miss out
I’m part of the FOMO crew.

Hold it down
for fucks sake.
You treat yo life
like a paper plate.

Scrapin’ too hard
doin’ too much.
Worrying about him
got yo mind in a clutch.

I need a vacation
my mind is warped.
The tools in my belt
need a retort.

I got wit this
instead of that.
That was for the old heads
They understood that.

Now we shootin’
just to just to feel bad.
I lost my eldest (RIP)
and I’m kill mad.

But that ain’t goin bring her back.
And I’m still sad. (Ptsd)
But the core of the problem
systematic