JPEGMAFIA - What the hip hop hell is this? Lyrics

Sudden-

Uh, uh
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 cheatin'? We might have to castrate
What the f-, where's the hits?
Yeah, I heard all your beats, where's the hits?
I can't argue with talentless lists (uh-uh)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Oh, you mad you not on some lists?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (come on)

Uh, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that shit (Ayy)
You tried to swing and you-, (uh, uh)
Ain't make that shit
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 shit
Pay your rent, get off of my dick, bitch (yeah)

Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I'm still not doing shit
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 shit (it's facts)
It's a trip oh, you mad you not Grammy picked? (Grammy picked)
You're still sad, you not on some lists (on some lists)
What the hip-hop hell is this? (Bitch)
Huh, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (uh-uh)
Marcus ain't die for this shit
Rosa ain't sit for you, bitch (oh no)
Lately, I've been letting these rappers talk
These niggas sound like some skits
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, 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 still sad you not making hits?
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit
Martin ain't die for this shit, bitch

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 cheatin'? We might have to castrate
What the f-, where's the hits?
Yeah, I heard all your beats, where's the hits?
I can't argue with talentless lists
What the hip-hop hell is this?

Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (uh-uh)
Martin ain't die for this shit
Rosa ain't sit for you, bitch
Man, Thomas ain't die for this shit
Man, Huey ain't die for this shit
Man, any of you- for shit
John Brown ain't die for this shit (let's go)
Like Sojourner, the truth in this bitch