Verse 1: Can someone tell me, what really happened to music Produce sh**, sellout, make hits and f**ing fuse it Autotune they don't use they abuse of it they make Use of it even when supposed to be acoustic - 'Bout to ma**acre some rappers like 72 Munich Tryna clean everything bring me a broomstick You may- think I'm a f**ing lunatic, what Happened to the melodies that made your heart beat? What happened to the the lines that were oh so sick? What happened to the rhymes that would really hit? Not only rap but everything that's played is f**ing sh** - 'Bout to send some so called artists to the clinic This parasitic dicks think they can spit But oh no they don't they sound robotic KRS Buckshot and Jay-Z done said it, it May sound wicked f** it Imma k** it Chorus: What happened to Hip-hop? -God, you know it's f**ed up Let's bring the realness back to the top All the whack rappers are about to get shot Verse 2: Today gay mates forgot about the days of the Great Marvin Gaye, hands down, no debate These fake n***as' fate is hell's gates, for Putting the youth of today in such a stupid state- Good music heads will motherucking relate, from Wagner to Beethoven, Eminem on my tapes Rakim, the best lyricist to this day and Biggie the meanest flow to ever shake the place, what I Believe is what i say, ain't a fact which I state, so Please motherf**ers don't hate for Pete's sake Still I'm not afraid, Imma patiently wait for the Day in which music weights more than a pretty face Uh uh it's not late these f**ing a**holes will deflate so chill mate Imma stop their heart rate, make them our slaves Motherf**er this ain't back in the days but you don't hear me though Chorus: What happened to Hip-hop? -God, you know it's f**ed up Let's bring the realness back to the top All the whack rappers are about to get shot