[Intro]
C-Lance

[Verse 1: Complete]
It's me, the mystery man, on a beat with Rittz and C-Lance
We kill a rapper and the only time we visit their grave is if we doin' a victory dance
If rap's dead, then this the revamp
Dissin' me? That's a risky beef, fam
Consider it cool 'til you gotta sit in your drool
'Cause I wouldn't pity a fool with Mr. T's hands
Everybody wanna be a rap star, wanna eat lots like a Velociraptor
Want to be a boss in your Reeboks and your G-Shocks, every teen's got dreams of a Jaguar
You don't wanna say props, you just want a big watch, spittin' for a screen on a camera
Bet you've never had to spit a freestyle to a fuckin (*beatboxing*) beatbox in a bad bar
Man nah! You ain't gettin' close to me, got this in thе bag like my groceries
I ain't еven braggin' or boastin', the only reason you're mad is 'cause you know you've been damaged emotionally
You can act like it's part of your plan to be hard as you can to this random that's overseas
But when you fold then they laugh at you, man
Well it's too bad that you asked for my hand like a poker league
Guess I'm one of a kind, that's the only thing coming to mind
All these others are blind, I've discovered as they plummet in time
I rummage to find another hundred summits to climb
I summon the signs of summer, feel the sun as it shines
And spit flames in your face as you mumble them rhymes
And buzzards are flyin' around 'cause you covered in blood
Smothered in mud, up from above, they comin' to dine
When God made you it was a dumber design
I'm like Jesus Christ and Muhammad combined
I've been comin' divine since I left my mother's vagine
So catch up motherfuckers since you running behind, we like
[Chorus: Complete]
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?

[Verse 2: Rittz]
The homie C-Lance done free hands to beat then it's me next
I'm hearin' other rappers, got me depressed, it's BS
The shit they sing is really makin' me gag
My reflex is gettin' sensitive like when I see men in V-necks
So cover up your taco meat, nobody wanna see that
Like me at a theater after my lady gave me some toppy while I fingered her
Fell asleep in the seat, happy I came, disappointed in this Tarantino film
Shit is like a sleeping pill, 2020, you would think that "Lil"
Wouldn't still be a thing in your stage name
‘Cause the beat is lame, mumble shit can be like trill
Something people say occasionally 'cause it ain't a style
Why the fuck is every rapper in the game at twelve?
I ain't nowhere near bitter but when I was little there were kids in the industry
And I get it, but today it's ridiculous, they don't mix it up
I hate the sound like I hate kids, it's hard for me identifying rappers
I even tried to study on Spotify but there's only so much I can stomach
The songs are running together and I can only recognize them by the adlibs
Who's that dude rapping? I can't tell, is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Don't say I didn't warn you, they started wearin' Vans in the hood, I was hopin' it'd be out by now
But it got way worse, same beat, same verse
High pitch Autotune singin' white guy style
Like you surf when the wave that you ride dies down
There'll be something even worse coming, I'm like "How?"
[Chorus: Complete]
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?
Wow! (Wow!) Is this what hip hop sounds like now?