Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Happened?, artist - Illogic. Album song Diabolical Fun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2009
Record label: Weightless
Song language: English
What Happened? |
Yo, hip-hop been lost something, man |
We gotta get it back |
I don’t know where it’s going |
I know where I’m taking it though |
Yo |
There’s been a dangerous development |
The hip-hop generation has exhausted its relevance |
They sort of fell for «Shoulder Lean» and «Walk It Out» |
But then it was obvious we had nothing else to talk about |
Plus the gangster ruined men, degrading aspects |
That changed us from a chosen people to the devil’s rejects |
A spoken evil, self-inflicted genocide |
The rapping may be dying but hip-hop culture is still alive |
But in the public eye and on record, we’re Stepin Fetchit |
Wonder why the craft that we produce is no longer respected |
Even the underground’s become the sound of clones |
No definitive initiative when touching microphones |
Yeah, I know my statements are blankets |
But the pure at heart rarely overshadow those who fake it |
What was once sacred’s now commonplace |
Let’s grow the balls to give our common cause a common face |
This world needs a voice, not an echo |
So if you’re not grabbing hold of purpose, you gotta let it go |
Tomorrow’s a dream, today is tangible and as hard as it seems, to plant seeds, |
believe I got a handful |
(What happened?) |
We’re not willing to change the way we portray ourselves through media to the |
nation |
(What happened?) |
To most, hip-hop's not a lifestyle or a culture, it’s a money-making corporation |
(What happened?) |
We no longer care about the message that we send as long as we got our ice in |
our Patrón |
(What happened?) |
The underground’s become the sound of clones, no definitive initiative when |
touching microphone |
I wanna leave a legacy of weaponry, something I can look back on and be proud |
of when I’m 70 |
So how will history remember you? |
The answer to that question’s a reflection of the present things you do |
Sad but true, you can’t claim mic-master with disaster seemingly teetering on |
your fingertips so I’m asking you |
What does it profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul for spit when the |
masses don’t believe in it? |
Your plane crashes and you can’t blame hijackers ‘cause your insolence affects |
the consequences of your actions |
I don’t know why I keep yapping ‘cause most rappers are happy to be the newest |
circus attraction |
The bearded lady rocking Cartier frames or the dog-faced boy with a clown car |
through the terrain |
Jumping through flaming hoops but tippy toes on high wires |
Or flying trapeze flips ‘cause your name don’t mean shhhhh |
Quiet, it’s sinking in |
Before they just heard me speak, but now I think they’re listening |
My mission is to lead you to the water |
But I can’t make you drink if you don’t think you’d oughta |
(What happened?) |
We’re not willing to change the way we portray ourselves through media to the |
nation |
(What happened?) |
To most, hip-hop's not a lifestyle or a culture, it’s a money-making corporation |
(What happened?) |
We no longer care about the message that we send as long as we got our ice in |
our Patrón |
(What happened?) |
The underground’s become the sound of clones, no definitive initiative when |
touching microphone |