Royce da 5'9" - Wake Up lyrics

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