[Intro: Young Litty]
Hip-Hop ain't what it used to be
So when you hear me spit, you probably ain't used to me
Original lyrics, flow so exclusively
Hoes always talking about what they wanna do to me
Ops probably plotting, having dreams about shooting me
And I'm just spitting heat like, "Mic check 1, 2 or 3"
Hip-Hop ain't what it used to be
So when you hear me spit, you probably ain't used to me

[Verse 1: Young Litty]
Young, black and gifted, why we die young
Smoking dope, eyes look like I was born in Taiwan
Please don't make a diss track, that's something you can die from
Long arm, reach, spit some flames, call it Dhalsim
But this ain't CapCom
Strap on, you getting clapped on
I'm blacking on tracks like annoying a black mom
Sipping Henny, blow a dub, put some Max on
Rather bump that old wave, than listen to these wack songs
All you corny, mainstream rappers don't come around
I'm from a town, where all the real rappers from the underground
Labels don't wanna sign us, cause we ain't dumbing down
Pac was gone for 20 years, but I still bump him now
Cause n***as making music, sounding like some fucking clowns
Make you wanna put they head in the toilet, until they drown
They say, "I'm shady, got a slim chance of making it"
I say because I don't sound like Young Thug, they on some hating shit
Ain't no faking it, the throne is mine and I'm taking it
Rhyme like Cover in his prime, Ima make it litt
Rakim, KRS-One, Big L, Big Daddy Kane, Biggie, Big Pun
Ask them n***as about them n***as, bet they only know some
Only know drill, drill, kill, shoot, more guns
No knowledge, no wisdom, nothing we could learn from
No pain, no struggle, just some n***as from the slum
And it's depressing, cause Hip-Hop was about expression
Your oppression, pain, struggle and aggression
Dropping jewels, trials, tribulations and your blessings
Nowadays it's all about cars, hoes and dressings
What happened to guiding the youth and teaching lessons?
(I get it)
Don't nobody wanna hear that
Young n***a, old school flow, Ima wear that
Real Hip-Hop is back, n***as fear that
I feel like Jesus, I'm the one that gotta sacrifice
Lay on the Cross and bring Hip-Hop back to life
Corny rappers, shall burn in Hell in the afterlife
Shooters still blast-for-me, like they ain't jacking Christ
Name a n***a this young that's half as nice
And I'll walk up on 'em, and gladly clap him twice
Hip-Hop ain't what it used to be, you don't even have to spit bars truthfully
Just a nice sound, catchy hook on a stupid beat
And everybody gon' jack it's the newest heat
Real Hip-Hop heads know, that shit super weak
Life is a bitch, but Ima fuck and she a super freak
Lyrically gifted, but it make me feel stupid
Cause lyrics don't matter, does it matter?
Then I'm useless
Truth is, I'm so amazing, I'm making music
Too sick, I caught a flu and I can't lose it
I'm top 5 unsigned, that's some true shit
If you don't feel like I'm the best, go and chew dick
I'm top 5 unsigned, that's some true shit
If you don't feel like I'm the best, go and chew dick