Dope D.O.D. - What Happened lyrics

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Hey yo whats up Jay?

Nigga' What’s cracking

What you’re doing

What’s going on

What’s happening?

Nowadays I’ll be pimping *and macking*

Selling cracking nigga' you still rappin'

What up is:

I hang with the hardest mother fuckers

I got rhymes from the bucket make you niggas wanna suck it

But you loveless, I'm the epitome of God gifted

When I busted my first rap the whole planet shifted

Lifting your mind to the next stress hemisphere

Next level shit so you best just step in here

Check my gear, I got flavor mad hip hop

I can front in the roughest neighborhood and not get shot

I black out when niggers start hating shit

Run over your crew like the New Englands Patriots

The craziest but I am also the laziest

never turn on the tv so I don't know who Jay-z is

What happened to rap and the 2.0 era

While you are getting worse I am only getting better

Niggers too old, J young and fresha'

I put them under pressure, professor I test ya

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What happened? Dope D.O.D became the illest

What happened? Phony M.Cs is getting finished

What happened? You face defeat and we are the winners

Wicked with the lyrics in the minute you're diminished

I hear people say back in the days he wasn’t like this

He's stuck in a cycle of drug sex and violence

The nicest reflects on your iris

gingivitis erupts through the gums of plenty of biters

I'm the Excalibur weaponry wielder

Do you dare step into the deadliest field of

hard core hip hop, we laugh at your idols

I fuck your advice, I walk the path of a psychos

I kill MCs regardless of which rhyme I drop

On top of the corpses we climb to the top

So who's next to flop cause he thought he was heavy

The last one retired when I tore through his belly

The Cyborgs are ready to reboot the system

People go missing and I seems to have vanish

They ask me what happened? Why do I act funny?

I stay braindead like I got bitten by a rat monkey

Every day I hear the same fucking BS

The same old song, you just don’t progress

You won’t confess that you’re all fame obsessed

I’ve seen it all and I am far from impressed

I get a lot of criticism, you can be my guest

This hip hop shit just got repossessed

Peeps don’t wanna see us have any success

Is time for these rookies to go hit the benchpress

You are not the guy I used to know

It’s all about the rate of flow

he's even got a Golden Globe what a way to go

this prick didn't even greet me at the show

thinks he makes art like he is Vincent van Gogh

But no I turn from amateur to pro

I put in work daily

You just don’t know

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