Royce Da 5'9" - Wake Up lyrics

(Intro) Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing? Cause nowadays you just all seem ruined Will you wake up? What are you doing? Using way too much autotune Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing? What's some of that corny sh** that you been on? Wake up Can you wake up? Respect the art I got one question for y'all Can you wake up? (Verse) Competitive rap is back in effect You ni**as out here playing bi**hball flapping your neck What in the f**k is wrong with y'all? Get back to respect Put on a shirt, get back to the six pack on the steps And everybody can't be motherf**king s**y I just wish ni**as would understand that Man, Instagram just need a dunce bu*ton Now all the rappers got their hands wrapped in a boxing gym You throw your punches like you ain't ever punch nothing ever And on the behalf of all men you making us look bad I'm sure if we took you to the gun range you couldn't spray the target, fam You couldn't fight your way out a paper bag with Shenaynay from Martin hands You couldn't beat my daughter in a game of basketball in a garbage can in the streets If y'all scared, ni**a, call the police I wonder if they know how soft they all look today F**k a drive-by, I just hop out the car and mush a face They all crooks and snakes, all serpents All part of the large circus mixed with Cirque du Soleil They all purpose, clique jumpers, they all ball-jerkers Ex-mall workers who text wrong S**t like the K without the O in front Get off the phone, chump Your career is like a microwave without the dough in front Liked today, but you ain't holding none Your raps are like just okay, but problem is you're just okay with that Where the f**k did rap get dislocated at? I'm just gonna keep spitting till this s**t's in place Till I feel 2008 is back Fans being way too nice, where all my haters at? I spit hiatus raps, I'm just that good I never ride the wave cause I'm the water, I'm like the rap Suge Minus the fade by the barber, and all our thoughts cold And all y'all thoughts blow, ours is Pearl Harbor And all my thoughts go in line, they can go inside of a barcode I got the violent history of Gotti's polaroid flow, there's only one way to picture me Instantly a body My twin barrells I call Tiara and Tia Mowry Being shot at is about as likely as seeing y'all on lean and Molly My mind shuffles thoughts Till hard lines touch the bars And then I spit it like I'm trying to fill up a couple vaults People find love and realize that love is love And they should be the f**ing law cause love is love even when love is lost You ni**as need to be aggressive again You ni**as at them labels need to come from the back of them desks and find the next ni**a with talent And quit being so skewed by views and streams Or I'll come through and pee in your vegan salad