What Happened?

Hey yo wassap J.D. nigga what’s crackin’ What u doin, what’s goin on, what’s happenin’ See now-a-days I be pimpin n' macin n’ sellin crack n Niggaa u still rappin’? [Verse 1: Jay Reaper] What up is I hang with the hardest motherfuckers I got rhymes by the buckets make you niggas wanna suck it But you loveless, I’m the epitome of god-gifted When I busted my first rap the whole planet shifted Lifted you mind to the next stress hemisphere The next level shift so you best to just step in here Check my gear, I got flavour mad hip hop I could run in the roughest neighbourhood and not get shot I black out when niggas start hating shit Run over your crew like the New England Patriots The craziest but I’m also the laziest Never turn on the TV so I don’t know who Jay-Z is What happened to rap in the 2-0 era? Where nigga getting worse and I’m only getting better Niggas too old, J young and fresher I put them under pressure, professor test ya [Hook] What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished What happened? You face defeat and we the winners Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you’re diminished [Verse 2: Skits Vicious] I hear people say back in the day he wasn’t like this He’s stuck in the cycle of drug, sex, and violence The nicest reflects on your iris Gingivitis erupts through the gums of plenty of biters I’m the Excalibur weaponry wielder Do you dare to step into the deadliest field of Hardcore hip hop, we laugh at your idols Fuck your advice, I walk the path of the psychos I kill MCs regardless of which rhyme I drop On top of the corpses we climb to the top So who’s next to flop cause he thought he was heavy? The last one retired when I tore through his belly The cyborgs are ready to reboot the system People go missing and that seemed to have vanished They ask me what happened? Why do I act funny? I stay braindead like I got bitten by a rat monkey [Verse 3: Dopey Rotten] Every day I hear the same fucking BS The same old song, you just don’t progress You won’t confess, that you all fame obsessed I seen it all and I’m far from impressed I get a lot of criticism, you can be my guest This hip hop shit just got repossessed Peeps don’t wanna see us have any success It’s time for these rookies to go hit the benchpress You’re not the guy I used to know, it’s all about the rate of flows Even got a Golden Globe, what a way to go This prick didn’t even greet me at the show Thinks he makes art like he’s Vincent Van Gogh But no, I turn from amateur to pro I put in work daily, you just don’t know Just don’t know You just don’t know [Hook] What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished What happened? You face defeat and we the winners Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you’re diminished