| Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing?
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| 'Cause nowadays you just all seem ruined
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| Will you wake up? |
| What are you doing?
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| Using way too much autotune
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| Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing?
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| What’s some of that corny shit that you been on?
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| (Wake up)
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| (Can you wake up?)
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| Respect the art
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| I got one question for y’all
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| (Can you wake up?)
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| Competitive rap is back in effect
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| You niggas out here playing bitchball flapping your neck
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| What in the fuck is wrong with y’all? |
| Get back to respect
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| Put on a shirt, get back to the six-pack on the steps
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| And everybody can’t be motherfucking sexy
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| I just wish niggas would understand that
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| Man, Instagram just need a dunce button
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| Now all the rappers got their hands wrapped in a boxing gym
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| You throw your punches like you ain’t ever punch nothing ever
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| And on the behalf of all men you making us look bad
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| I’m sure if we took you to the gun range you couldn’t spray the target, fam
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| You couldn’t fight your way out a paper bag with Shenaynay from Martin hands
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| You couldn’t beat my daughter in a game of basketball in a garbage can in the
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| streets
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| If y’all scared, nigga, call the police
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| I wonder if they know how soft they all look today
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| Fuck a drive-by, I just hop out the car and mush a face
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| They all crooks and snakes, all serpents
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| All part of the large circus mixed with Cirque du Soleil
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| They all purpose, clique jumpers, they all ball-jerkers
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| Ex-mall workers who text wrong
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| Shit like the K without the O in front
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| Get off the phone, chump
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| Your career is like a microwave without the door in front
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| Liked today, but you ain’t holding none
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| Your raps are like just okay, but problem is you’re just okay with that
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| Where the fuck did rap get dislocated at?
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| I’m just gonna keep spitting 'till this shit’s in place
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| 'till I feel 2008 is back
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| Fans being way too nice, where all my haters at?
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| I spit hiatus raps, I’m just that good
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| I never ride the wave 'cause I’m the water, I’m like the rap Suge
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| Minus the fade by the barber, and all our thoughts cold
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| And all y’all thoughts blow, ours is Pearl Harbor
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| And all my thoughts go in line, they can go inside of a barcode
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| I got the violent history of Gotti’s polaroid flow, there’s only one way to
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| picture me
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| Instantly a body
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| My twin barrells I call Tiara and Tia Mowry
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| Being shot at is about as likely as seeing y’all on lean and Molly
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| My mind shuffles thoughts
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| 'Till hard lines touch the bars
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| And then I spit it like I’m trying to fill up a couple vaults
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| People find love and realize that love is love
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| And they should be the fucking law 'cause love is love even when love is lost
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| You niggas need to be aggressive again
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| You niggas at them labels need to come from the back of them desks and find the
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| next nigga with talent
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| And quit being so skewed by views and streams
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| Or I’ll come through and pee in your vegan salad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wake_up , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album The Bar Exam 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп