Hopsin told the truth and then called it a rap Cole sold 400 K in a week, with no flash In this environment, no singles and no promo Dipset for life, but goodnight to “no homo” I made a song to save the oceans, they even paid me And my old friend Fraud got the world saying “wavy” Haannn, Immortal Tech, standing with Nas and Common Plus the rest of New York, with Eric Garner beside ’em, uhhh Black Lives Matter And before it became cool, I was the Protest Rapper Run the Jewels, I refuse all slander I like Killer Mike, and Mr. David Banner I rap to make my Mom proud, she died of Cancer And I cried tears when I saw Shmurda on them cameras Iggy Izalea, we have no standards Kanye West, boy, mind ya manners!
It’s the headlines, the headlines, headlines in Hip Hop It’s the White girls, coopting, callin’ it pop And every publicist in the world, can’t make your shit pop So pop off, and get offed or, make your shit hot.
It’s the headlines, the headlines, headlines in Hip Hop It’s the White girls, coopting, callin’ it pop And every publicist in the world, can’t make your shit pop So pop off, and get offed or, make your shit hot. Please stick to rap, Hip Hop needs you White fashionistas superficial, they see through Rhymefest, Donda’s House, all about the people Don Lemon or Bill O’Reilly, who’s more lethal? New York, LA, Pittsburgh, Ferguson It’s one hood, Jasiri X, have you heard of him? Def Poe on the frontlines, they’ll never murder him It’s about time, Hip Hop, is finally heard again I gave the world World View after 60 long months All the waiting and the holdups had ’em goin’ all nuts The fans rejoiced, got internet action I sold some albums, and kept em clappin’ (uhhhh) Released some singles, repeated some habits Caught beef with bloggers, they’re reactive I said I would quit, let’s see what happens. (Let’s see what happens. Let’s see what happens.)
It’s the headlines, the headlines, headlines in Hip Hop It’s the White girls, coopting, callin it pop And every publicist in the world, cant make your shit pop So pop off, and get offed or, make your shit hot.
It’s the headlines, the headlines, headlines in Hip Hop It’s the White girls, coopting, callin it pop And every publicist in the world, cant make your shit pop So pop off, and get offed or, make your shit hot.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
