Young Litty - Nobody Wanna Hear That lyrics

[Intro: Young Litty] Hip-Hop ain't what it used to be So when you hear me spit, you probably ain't used to me Original lyrics, flow so exclusively Hoes always talking about what they wanna do to me Ops probably plotting, having dreams about shooting me And I'm just spitting heat like, "Mic check 1, 2 or 3" Hip-Hop ain't what it used to be So when you hear me spit, you probably ain't used to me [Verse 1: Young Litty] Young, black and gifted, why we die young Smoking dope, eyes look like I was born in Taiwan Please don't make a diss track, that's something you can die from Long arm, reach, spit some flames, call it Dhalsim But this ain't CapCom Strap on, you getting clapped on I'm blacking on tracks like annoying a black mom Sipping Henny, blow a dub, put some Max on Rather bump that old wave, than listen to these wack songs All you corny, mainstream rappers don't come around I'm from a town, where all the real rappers from the underground Labels don't wanna sign us, cause we ain't dumbing down Pac was gone for 20 years, but I still bump him now Cause n***as making music, sounding like some f**ing clowns Make you wanna put they head in the toilet, until they drown They say, "I'm shady, got a slim chance of making it" I say because I don't sound like Young Thug, they on some hating sh** Ain't no faking it, the throne is mine and I'm taking it Rhyme like Cover in his prime, Ima make it litt Rakim, KRS-One, Big L, Big Daddy Kane, Biggie, Big Pun Ask them n***as about them n***as, bet they only know some Only know drill, drill, k**, shoot, more guns No knowledge, no wisdom, nothing we could learn from No pain, no struggle, just some n***as from the slum And it's depressing, cause Hip-Hop was about expression Your oppression, pain, struggle and aggression Dropping j**els, trials, tribulations and your blessings Nowadays it's all about cars, hoes and dressings What happened to guiding the youth and teaching lessons? (I get it) Don't nobody wanna hear that Young n***a, old school flow, Ima wear that Real Hip-Hop is back, n***as fear that I feel like Jesus, I'm the one that gotta sacrifice Lay on the Cross and bring Hip-Hop back to life Corny rappers, shall burn in Hell in the afterlife Shooters still blast-for-me, like they ain't jacking Christ Name a n***a this young that's half as nice And I'll walk up on 'em, and gladly clap him twice Hip-Hop ain't what it used to be, you don't even have to spit bars truthfully Just a nice sound, catchy hook on a stupid beat And everybody gon' jack it's the newest heat Real Hip-Hop heads know, that sh** super weak Life is a b**h, but Ima f** and she a super freak Lyrically gifted, but it make me feel stupid Cause lyrics don't matter, does it matter? Then I'm useless Truth is, I'm so amazing, I'm making music Too sick, I caught a flu and I can't lose it I'm top 5 unsigned, that's some true sh** If you don't feel like I'm the best, go and chew dick I'm top 5 unsigned, that's some true sh** If you don't feel like I'm the best, go and chew dick