9th Wonder - The American HipHopcrisy lyrics

Okay we get it, okay okay you out here and getting it Okay we get it, okay okay enough already, peep the lyrics; Everybody's hard, everybody sells hard Everybody's life was hard, no dad, single mom; In the hood, not a single job was the prob Your excuse is like an EBT card that everybody got; I'm a racist h*mophobe, no different from ya' folks I say it in public, you say behind it closed doors; You accept everything, I don't fall for the okie dokes Ain't nothing change for blacks, that's the last time I ever vote; Imagine if Obama really cared about issues other than h*mos**ual affairs First black in that chair and this is how they gon' define his presidential career; Comparing gays struggles to blacks, get the F out of here; You ashamed of your age so you act accordingly To what they perceive is young, dumb, and unorderly; You record everything, but don't call that snitching Listen that's what it is when you sharing illegal information; Without the participant's permission, is nothing forbidden No cameras, no vision, I thought that rule was unwritten; This is politically incorrect, correct I'm no politician Verse 2 When Em talks about d**, he sells, us we get convictions; Macklemore and Ryan Lewis sells, us we just spittin' They'll buy what you say when free download is in the description; Now tell me that's fiction, the truth's the new lie The booth's the new copout, the youth won't open eyes; I'm an artist, you a rapper, I paint pictures, you snap em' Leave authority's to imagine while you Instagram after; This my lyrical “Twitter hack”, still rock a fitted cap So proud to be my own man, don't tell me when to snapback; 3 cuts in your eyebrows with the high top fades Hate the old school, but steal what they did back in the days; The music and the fashion, then act like innovators Everything's coming back even Hammer and his activator; Still talk like the “East/West Coast Beef” was yesterday So sorry little homie, you 17 years late; Time to move on, put ya' own shoes on Social media got a million of you Jimmie Neutrons'; “If that was me”, but it ain't you Trolling posting craziness, ain't that what you saints do? Playing all your 52 cards in the deck Talking bout, “they ain't hire me cause of the tat on your neck”; Or better yet cause you gay or you black, cause you a chick This country was built off discrimination, what the F you expect? 1 month to learn our history, 11 to share theirs The elephant and the donkey both want you unaware; Chorus Hell yea The American HipHopcrisy… The elephant and the donkey both want you unaware: Hell yea The American HipHopcrisy… The elephant and the donkey both want you unaware: Hell yea The American HipHopcrisy… The elephant and the donkey both want you unaware: Hell yea The American HipHopcrisy… The elephant and the donkey both want you unaware: Aight let me hear that back