Fuck Ya Hip Hop

I think my pressure boiling from all the shit that's spoiling

Uh, I once was on it but now my head's enormous

Uh, your shit was boring, my art is fast and forming

Creativity is what you lack in your performance

You see the crowd nigga? Microphone checker

Mr. Home wrecker, give me hard liquor

Let the blunt flicker, you see my style evolve

Reservoir dogs and we some hannibals

If I would catalog, feeling phenomenon

I'm after the parmesan, while gripping my fire arm

Bang, he lost an arm, bang, he writing nothing

Nigga you wasting time, I'm wasted, past the line, I'm hard

My nig, you whine, you broke, my nig, you lying, you owe

You buying dimes, look my nig, we know the signs

But quick to speak our minds, fronting like you balling man

I couldn't tell, hell, smoking more than what your dealer sell

Huh, super fail, super duper fail

Listen to the schoolboy, my mic can teach you well, hell

Hah, left him at a pit stop

Top dawg, mothafuck your hip hop

Mothafuck your hip hop

Mothafuck your hip hop

You ain't gotta cop it when my shit drop?

Mothafuck your hip hop

They don't wanna see you shine, they don't wanna see you grow

They don't wanna see you sign on that line and get doe

Wanna keep you in they pocket, I fire like a rocket

I'm tryna blow up, like sticking forks in the socket

I did it for the love, I do it for the art

Now how am I supposed to write these 16's in the dark?

My car's on park, I can't eat skills

And props ain't gon' pay all these mothafuckin' bills

I can keep it real and get paid at the same time

Money in my pocket won't reflect on my next line

Next rhyme, next date, showing off my chest plate

Belly big, looking all full, cause I just ate

Know some shit been going wrong if I lost weight

Ain't about the doe, but I need it now, won't wait

Can't stop, won't stop, not even a drip drop

Say what you want but mothafuck your hip hop

They say, "murs why you put dogg pound on paid dues and shit?

Must have gone mainstream, sold out losing it"

Niggas that's been underground for years and ain't doing shit

My homies ain't no b-boys fool, all they do is crip

Keep on talking shit and they gon' sock you in the lip

And you gon' do is get mad and try to sue a pimp

Then I'm spending loot on a lawyer that's ludicrous

Cashing out my street cred for you? Man, I'm through with this

I'm a changed man, that's the only reason you exist

If this was '96 we would have caught you in a twist

The little homies busting at you out the bronco

Peel your cap ten kick back at the compost

Large orange bang and a bomb plate of nachos

Biter broke nigga, quit hating, keep your mouth closed

Rapping 30 years, you still ain't this hot

Shut your ass up nigga, mothafuck your hip hop