Hip Hop Fuckery

See the storm clouds come and feel the raindrops
Hear the screams of agony till they all stop
«Who is she?» you ask that bitch was Hip-Hop
And lately, she be doing us dirty
And she be nodding off
Once was a great woman, now she old and soft
Used to choose the company of gods
Now its fake frauds
Quit your mumbling and muttering
You all suck to me
You’re just some Hip Hop Fuckery
I don’t need a stage and mic for me to tear it up
I’m rare as fuck
A landing stripe compared to all you hairless cunts
I’m old school like a snapback and a pair of chucks
Souls as black as coal
My skin is white like an ivory tusk
I’m tormented by demons
I’m in the cobras clutch
I fight the urge to kill
I grab my pen and then I straight erupt
You synthetic and molded
You know you fake as fuck
You’ve never been true to your roots
You’re really just an empty trunk
Getting fucked up packing in the whole ride
Sippin on the syrup truck leaning to the left side
Sparking up a J of that bubonic chronic
Ripping it so hard that I might just vomit
I’m zooted and getting lifted
Drinking and getting twisted
Yet I never miss a word
Cause I’m really just that gifted
I’m a motherfucking beast
I’m just spitting the facts
Brutal business, Skippy Ickum
Noone realer than that
See the storm clouds come and feel the raindrops
Hear the screams of agony till they all stop
«Who is she?» you ask that bitch was Hip-Hop
And lately, she be doing us dirty
And she be nodding off
Once was a great woman, now she old and soft
Used to choose the company of gods
Now its fake frauds
Quit your mumbling and muttering
You all suck to me
You’re just some Hip Hop Fuckery
See the storm clouds come and feel the raindrops
Hear the screams of agony till they all stop
«Who is she?» you ask that bitch was Hip-Hop
And lately, she be doing us dirty
And she be nodding off
Once was a great woman, now she old and soft
Used to choose the company of gods
Now its fake frauds
Quit your mumbling and muttering
You all suck to me
You’re just some Hip Hop Fuckery