Charles Hamilton - What's Going On lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - What's Going On lyrics]
I woke up tryn'a figure why these niggas
Who can't rhyme for
Shit is shinin' since I'm the shit
It should be a musical monopoly, not just me
But all those who rock with me, honestly
I don't listen to no one, fuck the rest
I just obsess over the older
Musicians with such success
Was music ever this fuckin depressin'?
All this dick suckin, who's the bitch suckin
The treble clef?
Now this might offend you but let me continue
This what real men do, rappers don't rap
Producers just loop
Most producers do, but who the fuck is who?
Big wigs afraid of change, too much to lose
Niggas payin niggas to chill
That's a screwed up crew
So maybe I'm screwed up too
The dude who fucked up the system
Poopin up what you chewed up in your food
Coincidentaly im shittin' when
I'm writin this i keep it funky
That's why I keep my life in this whatever
What have we done, What's going on
Where have we gone, What's going on
What are we doing, What's goin on
What's goin on, What's goin on
Backlash? Kiss my black ass
At last, rookie not afraid of mad flag
Just concerned, I'm just bein' honest
I understand I got it
Honest doesn't mean modest
But, if I said I like listenin
To Plies and you believed me
That means you like listenin' to lies
No 50 shit
Not a quick diss to get attention so
I can get on and rip shit
If that was the case, I'd diss KRS, Q Tip
Quincy someone who brought change to music
Since we
Are the generation who changed the music
And made the music some brainless nuisance
My aim is to move this game to some new shit
Rename it Nu-Hop and bring a claim to music
It's not art anymore, it's partly a whore
We don't even know who we ARE anymore
(speaking over the beat)
As I stand alone in this
Booth with my eyes closed
I see a treble clef painted in red
White and blue like the American flag
Burnin’ and sometimes I feel like
We all could stop this fire
From happening but will we?
Since when did image mean anything? anything?
So what
I walk around with a big fuckin’ pair
Of pink headphones on my head
And have a philosophy about a
Video game you probably
Forgot about until I said something about it
So what? We individuals right?
And I ain’t tryn’a run for president
I ain’t tryn’a be the new leader
I just wanna say what I feel
And if I’m condemned for saying
What I feel, I’m sorry, it’s just how I feel
Let’s bring the music back
Man, Fuck your image, dead ass
I got a pair of kicks that
Probably cost more than anything
I’ve ever bought in my life
I know nobody has them
And yet they wild fuckin’ raggedy
Think I give a fuck? You think I care
About the fact that I can finally
Afford to buy my own clothes? You think
That shit matter to me anymore? Nah Man
Let's do something different man
Like stop caring about the bullshit man
You can’t have fun with material things
So stop letting that affect
What you do creatively
Charles Hamilton one
Who can't rhyme for
Shit is shinin' since I'm the shit
It should be a musical monopoly, not just me
But all those who rock with me, honestly
I don't listen to no one, fuck the rest
I just obsess over the older
Musicians with such success
Was music ever this fuckin depressin'?
All this dick suckin, who's the bitch suckin
The treble clef?
Now this might offend you but let me continue
This what real men do, rappers don't rap
Producers just loop
Most producers do, but who the fuck is who?
Big wigs afraid of change, too much to lose
Niggas payin niggas to chill
That's a screwed up crew
So maybe I'm screwed up too
The dude who fucked up the system
Poopin up what you chewed up in your food
Coincidentaly im shittin' when
I'm writin this i keep it funky
That's why I keep my life in this whatever
What have we done, What's going on
Where have we gone, What's going on
What are we doing, What's goin on
What's goin on, What's goin on
Backlash? Kiss my black ass
At last, rookie not afraid of mad flag
Just concerned, I'm just bein' honest
I understand I got it
Honest doesn't mean modest
But, if I said I like listenin
To Plies and you believed me
That means you like listenin' to lies
No 50 shit
Not a quick diss to get attention so
I can get on and rip shit
If that was the case, I'd diss KRS, Q Tip
Quincy someone who brought change to music
Since we
Are the generation who changed the music
And made the music some brainless nuisance
My aim is to move this game to some new shit
Rename it Nu-Hop and bring a claim to music
It's not art anymore, it's partly a whore
We don't even know who we ARE anymore
(speaking over the beat)
As I stand alone in this
Booth with my eyes closed
I see a treble clef painted in red
White and blue like the American flag
Burnin’ and sometimes I feel like
We all could stop this fire
From happening but will we?
Since when did image mean anything? anything?
So what
I walk around with a big fuckin’ pair
Of pink headphones on my head
And have a philosophy about a
Video game you probably
Forgot about until I said something about it
So what? We individuals right?
And I ain’t tryn’a run for president
I ain’t tryn’a be the new leader
I just wanna say what I feel
And if I’m condemned for saying
What I feel, I’m sorry, it’s just how I feel
Let’s bring the music back
Man, Fuck your image, dead ass
I got a pair of kicks that
Probably cost more than anything
I’ve ever bought in my life
I know nobody has them
And yet they wild fuckin’ raggedy
Think I give a fuck? You think I care
About the fact that I can finally
Afford to buy my own clothes? You think
That shit matter to me anymore? Nah Man
Let's do something different man
Like stop caring about the bullshit man
You can’t have fun with material things
So stop letting that affect
What you do creatively
Charles Hamilton one