Wake_up - Royce 5'9

Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing?

'Cause nowadays you just all seem ruined

Will you wake up?

What are you doing?

Using way too much autotune

Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing?

What’s some of that corny shit that you been on?

(Wake up)

(Can you wake up?)

Respect the art

I got one question for y’all

(Can you wake up?)

Competitive rap is back in effect

You niggas out here playing bitchball flapping your neck

What in the fuck is wrong with y’all?

Get back to respect

Put on a shirt, get back to the six-pack on the steps

And everybody can’t be motherfucking sexy

I just wish niggas would understand that

Man, Instagram just need a dunce button

Now all the rappers got their hands wrapped in a boxing gym

You throw your punches like you ain’t ever punch nothing ever

And on the behalf of all men you making us look bad

I’m sure if we took you to the gun range you couldn’t spray the target, fam

You couldn’t fight your way out a paper bag with Shenaynay from Martin hands

You couldn’t beat my daughter in a game of basketball in a garbage can in the

streets

If y’all scared, nigga, call the police

I wonder if they know how soft they all look today

Fuck a drive-by, I just hop out the car and mush a face

They all crooks and snakes, all serpents

All part of the large circus mixed with Cirque du Soleil

They all purpose, clique jumpers, they all ball-jerkers

Ex-mall workers who text wrong

Shit like the K without the O in front

Get off the phone, chump

Your career is like a microwave without the door in front

Liked today, but you ain’t holding none

Your raps are like just okay, but problem is you’re just okay with that

Where the fuck did rap get dislocated at?

I’m just gonna keep spitting 'till this shit’s in place

'till I feel 2008 is back

Fans being way too nice, where all my haters at?

I spit hiatus raps, I’m just that good

I never ride the wave 'cause I’m the water, I’m like the rap Suge

Minus the fade by the barber, and all our thoughts cold

And all y’all thoughts blow, ours is Pearl Harbor

And all my thoughts go in line, they can go inside of a barcode

I got the violent history of Gotti’s polaroid flow, there’s only one way to

picture me

Instantly a body

My twin barrells I call Tiara and Tia Mowry

Being shot at is about as likely as seeing y’all on lean and Molly

My mind shuffles thoughts

'Till hard lines touch the bars

And then I spit it like I’m trying to fill up a couple vaults

People find love and realize that love is love

And they should be the fucking law 'cause love is love even when love is lost

You niggas need to be aggressive again

You niggas at them labels need to come from the back of them desks and find the

next nigga with talent

And quit being so skewed by views and streams

Or I’ll come through and pee in your vegan salad