What the hip hop hell is this ? (Explicit) - JPEGMAFIA
Composed by：Barrington Hendricks
Produced by：JPEGMAFIA
Sudden-
Uh uh
Lately every word that come out my mouth get fired straight from the hip
I've been living on colored people time I'm getting there when I get
When I get
Lately I've been trying not to go outside I hate how people get get
What was your past rate
Uh
You keep chillin
We might have to castrate
What the f—
Where's the hits
Yeah I heard all your beats wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists
Uh-uh
What the hip-hop hell is this
Oh you mad you not on some lists
***** Malcolm ain't die for this ****
Come on
Uh shake it shake it shake it shake it shake that ****
Ayy
You tried to swing and you-
Uh uh
Ain't make that ****
Every shot that you take is a brick
It's a brick
Every brick that you make is a miss
It's a miss
Niggas wearing your house on they wrist
On they wrist
Bet the house you ain't touching ****
Pay your rent get off of my d**k *****
Yeah
Lately I've been trying not to go outside I'm still not doing ****
Layin' the Smackdown on jabronis 'cause they not followin' the script
When it comes to getting this money
Uh uh
I'm aimin' for that white like I'm Twigs
Told this white girl that I'm scared
Let's go
Niggas that grew up 'round crackers
They whole life turn twenty go hotep and ****
It's facts
It's a trip
Oh you mad you not grammy picked
You're so sad you not on some lists
On some lists
What the hip-hop hell is this
***** Malcolm ain't die for this ****
Uh-uh
Marcus ain't die for this ****
Rosa ain't sit for you *****
Lately I've been letting these rappers talk these niggas silence us kids
In the suburbs watching 10-90 Jake and lyin' bout who they is
Let's just get this clear
One of you bastards touch me you dyin' right where you is
I'm a self-defense specialist
Get your brains blew like a cr-
Like a crip
Oh you mad you not getting rich
You so sad you not making hits
What the hip-hop hell is this
***** Malcolm ain't die for this ****
Martin ain't die for this **** *****
Lately every word that come out my mouth get fired straight from the hip
The hip
I've been living on colored people time
I'm getting there when I get
When I get
Lately I've been trying not to go outside
I hate how people get get
What was your past rate
Uh
You keep chilling
We might have to castrate
What the f—
Where's the hits
Yeah I heard all your beats wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists
What the hip-hop hell is this
***** Malcolm ain't die for this ****
Uh-uh
Martin ain't die for this ****
Rosa ain't sit for you *****
Man Thomas ain't die for this ****
Man Huey ain't die for this ****
Man Nanny ain't die for this ****
John Brown ain't die for this ****
Like Sojourner the truth in this *****
