"i don't even remember recording this one but whatever i don't even care to be honest" lyrics
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Uh, this is, uh, Hip Hop Minute with Rav
I'll be your host for the evening
Sp, without a further ado, let's get some bars going, shall we?
One take, let's go
I've been to hell and back, and now I'm back in hell again
"Hip Hop is trash," "no it's not", "it's wack," "it's never been"
How traditional you are is practically irrelevant
So, put your brow down before I slap you out your element
Motherfucker bow down when I can clown clown artists
Bow wow, all bark, never sound parlous
Harmless, stupid unprofessionals
I just do me like a music solosexual
True shit, I do this 'til I'm useless or a vegetable
You claim rap's your bitch?
Abusive and essentially musically unethical
You foolish hoe ass
Say you spit that cool ish, but your cool ish all ass
Fame and fortune, y'all pursuing all that
But lying to everyone like "I do this for the craft, I do this for myself"
Why you put it out, then?
Keep it to yourself, bitch, or stop talking 'bout it, yeah
No, I mean it, like so many people just keep fucking saying the same thing over and over again
Just keep it on your PC
You like that my voice cracked there?
Anyway, next verse is dedicated to someone
Guess who
Charles Hamilton can suck my nuts, I ain't mad at him
But for talking trash I'mma smack you when I have a chance
Stupid fucking pseudo-intellectual, how dare you?
I approached you as a fan, now won't get anywhere near you
A year back or two I got an invite from your manager to tour with you that summer
But in life, Charles, you're an amateur, so I turned it down
The both of y'all, remember?
But I still helped the both of y'all? (Remember?)
And both of y'all dumb as fuck with big fucking budgets
And still fucking up, like what the fuck? How the fuck, kid?
I was about 16 when I heard of you
Now I'm 21 that's the age at which I've murdered you
And you deserve it dude
That plus servitude
I only said that 'cause it rhymed
Yo, I'm just fucking with you, Charles, whatever man
No grudges, good luck!
Keep the positive energy going
I mean positive for myself, I don't give a fuck how you're feeling
Any one of you, actually
Did you enjoy that? (Yeah) I'm sure you did
Peace to Kill Bill, peace to drythought, suddlenuance, peace to Scuare
[*gibberish*]
Yo, what the fuck was that?
Uh, this is, uh, Hip Hop Minute with Rav
I'll be your host for the evening
Sp, without a further ado, let's get some bars going, shall we?
One take, let's go
I've been to hell and back, and now I'm back in hell again
"Hip Hop is trash," "no it's not", "it's wack," "it's never been"
How traditional you are is practically irrelevant
So, put your brow down before I slap you out your element
Motherfucker bow down when I can clown clown artists
Bow wow, all bark, never sound parlous
Harmless, stupid unprofessionals
I just do me like a music solosexual
True shit, I do this 'til I'm useless or a vegetable
You claim rap's your bitch?
Abusive and essentially musically unethical
You foolish hoe ass
Say you spit that cool ish, but your cool ish all ass
Fame and fortune, y'all pursuing all that
But lying to everyone like "I do this for the craft, I do this for myself"
Why you put it out, then?
Keep it to yourself, bitch, or stop talking 'bout it, yeah
No, I mean it, like so many people just keep fucking saying the same thing over and over again
Just keep it on your PC
You like that my voice cracked there?
Anyway, next verse is dedicated to someone
Guess who
Charles Hamilton can suck my nuts, I ain't mad at him
But for talking trash I'mma smack you when I have a chance
Stupid fucking pseudo-intellectual, how dare you?
I approached you as a fan, now won't get anywhere near you
A year back or two I got an invite from your manager to tour with you that summer
But in life, Charles, you're an amateur, so I turned it down
The both of y'all, remember?
But I still helped the both of y'all? (Remember?)
And both of y'all dumb as fuck with big fucking budgets
And still fucking up, like what the fuck? How the fuck, kid?
I was about 16 when I heard of you
Now I'm 21 that's the age at which I've murdered you
And you deserve it dude
That plus servitude
I only said that 'cause it rhymed
Yo, I'm just fucking with you, Charles, whatever man
No grudges, good luck!
Keep the positive energy going
I mean positive for myself, I don't give a fuck how you're feeling
Any one of you, actually
Did you enjoy that? (Yeah) I'm sure you did
Peace to Kill Bill, peace to drythought, suddlenuance, peace to Scuare
[*gibberish*]
Yo, what the fuck was that?
Writer(s): Ravil Melling
