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what the hip hop hell is this! - jpegmafia lyrics

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sudden*

[chorus]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
lately, every word that come out my mouth you find straight from the hip
i’ve been living on color [?] no time i’m getting there when i get
lately i’ve been trying not to go outside i hate how people get
what was your past rate?
you keep changing? we might have to castrate
what the f*ck?
where’s the hits?
yeah i heard all your beats wasn’t hits
i can’t argue with talent or lists
what the hip*hop h*ll is this?
oh you mad, you not on some lists?
b*tch, malcolm ain’t die for this sh*t (come on)

[verse 1]
uh, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shakе that sh*t (ayy)
you tried to swing and you* (uh, uh)
ain’t make that sh*t
every shot that you takе is a brick (it’s a brick!)
every brick that you make is a miss (it’s a miss!)
n*ggas run in your house on they wrist (on they wrist!)
bet the house you ain’t touching sh*t
[?] get off of my d*ck, b*tch (man)
[verse 2]
lately, i’ve been trying not to go outside i’m still not doing sh*t
layin’ and smackdown on jabronis ’cause they not followin’ the script
when it comes to getting this money aimin’ for that white like i’m twigs
told this white girl that i’m scared
n*ggas that grew up on crackers they [?] (it’s facts!)
it’s a trip
oh you mad, you not grab a pic? (grab a pic!)
just so sad, you not on some list (on some list!)
what the hip*hop h*ll is this?
b*tch, malcolm ain’t die for this sh*t (uh*uh)
marcus ain’t die for this sh*t
rose ain’t [?] you b*tch (shake it, shake it, shake it)
lately, i’ve been letting these rappers talk these [?] kids (surprise, n*gga!)
in the suburbs watching 10*9 jake and lyin’ bout who they is
let’s just get this clear one of you b*st*rds touched me, dyin’ right where you is
i’m a self defense specialist
get your brains blew at the crib
like a [crip?]

[pre*chorus]
oh you mad, you not getting rich?
you so sad, you not making hits
what the hip*hop h*ll is this?
b*tch, malcolm ain’t die for this sh*t (uh*uh)
martin ain’t die for this sh*t
[chorus]
lately, every word that come out my mouth you find straight from the hip
i’ve been living on color [?] no time i’m getting there when i get
lately i’ve been trying not to go outside i hate how people get
what was your past rate?
you keep changing we might have to castrate
what the f*ck?
where’s the hits?
yeah i heard all your beats wasn’t hits
i can’t argue with talent or lists
what the hip*hop h*ll is this?

[verse 3]
b*tch, malcolm ain’t die for this sh*t (uh*uh)
malcolm ain’t die for this sh*t
[?] (b*tch!)
man, thomas ain’t die for this sh*t
man, you ain’t die for this sh*t
man any [?] for sh*t
john brown ain’t die for this sh*t
like [?] in this b*tch

[outro]
hey, you ain’t gon’ never say i sold out and it ain’t for you it’s for f****** me, for my own personal satisfaction, i ain’t selling out to myself, f*** what somebody else think

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