Tonedeff, Deacon The Villain - Hypocrite lyrics

A word to the wise
Deacon the Villain and Tonedeff
Know everything about Hip-Hop
So disagreeing with us makes
You automatically fucking wrong

This goes out to all you Hip-Hop
Hypocrites talking like you know me
(But come face to face and
It’s a whole different story)
Shut up and stop talking
(Step, start walking)
They smile in your face
(Stab you when you’re not watching)
All you Hip-Hop hypocrites talking
Like you know me (But come face to face and
It’s a whole different story)
They tell you one thing
(and then go do another)
Yo it's about time (we blew your cover)
Hypocritics!

Hey, what’s the matter with the world today?
There’s lots of hypocrites lurking
You can be sure to say see, plenty of times
I’ve been verbally burned or turned away
By niggas that haven’t earned their say
So, in my defense, I’ve learned to play
Cause, I discerned decay in
Many crevices, heady rappers, biters
Writers and editors
So I take preventative measures
It’s shame that this game b-b-became
A bit of a pain
I’m dealing with strain by getting my name
Shit on by niggas that bitch and complain
Consider the fame of underground rappers
Who stand to waste their fan bases
If sounds can can catch up
Like sales are bad luck
Some cats only support you when
They believe they’ve bought you
But abort you the minute you
Blow the fuck up, or even start to
No need argue with these mean elitists
This new breed of teens is conceited
Thinking that they conceived the whole
Scene as you see it
Like history prior to them was deleted
Now either you’re a conformist
Or an extremist
My grievances are not without
Warrant because I’ve
Seen this shitty element shine through
By cynical individuals carrying rifles
Don’t be original, don’t even try to
You’ll always sound like somebody else
'til somebody else sounds like you
Be mindful of the powers that scheme
I’m seeing these dudes that never
Paid dues with interviews
And two page spreads in glossy magazines
And I’ve had it with
These fraudulent skeptics
The type to say they wrecked shit
When the whole audience was
On their guest list

All you Hip-Hop hypocrites talking
Like you know me (But come face to face and
It’s a whole different story)
Shut up and stop talking
(Step, start walking)
They smile in your face
(Stab you when you’re not watching)
All you Hip-Hop hypocrites talking
Like you know me (But come face to face and
It’s a whole different story)
They tell you one thing
(and then go do another)
Yo it's about time (we blew your cover)
Hypocritics!

Don’t you hate people without cars
That critique how you’re driving?
What about them backseat rhymers
Doggin’ your one-liners?
Hip-hop-ocrites, they ain’t droppin shit
So they smell yours
And tell you how bad it stinks!
Claiming you fell short of their goal
It’s like you’re at a stage show
They ain’t throwing tomatoes
But full bottles of Prego
Like not seeking their non-seasoned advice
Would lead to your detriment
While they’re sounding like P diddy
With a speech impediment
Knockin your better shit!
(Y’all couldn’t have heard it right)
Usually, they are suburbanites that are
Living the urban life
Acting like your goal should be
To be underground for life
(Aight, then pay our bills, bitch
And turn on our lights)
These motherfuckas act like there’s a
Set of rules to follow well, check this
For you I got a set of jewels to swallow
'Cause half the cats you praise
You only like because he’s cool
With your other favorite rapper
You only like him because he
Used to be Eminem’s back-up took a picture
Had it posterized and found a wall to tack up
But when Eminem blew up, you threw up
Dissed him and became the next
Underground sensation’s new slut
It’s all sad to you, songs with sung hooks
They’re all bad
But throw Anticon’s whackest rapper on it
And you’re all glad
This madness and inconsistency dulls my shine
These bitches would try to discredit
VISA if it rhymed now chew on that line

All you Hip-Hop hypocrites talking
Like you know me (But come face to face and
It’s a whole different story)
Shut up and stop talking
(Step, start walking)
They smile in your face
(Stab you when you’re not watching)
All you Hip-Hop hypocrites talking
Like you know me (But come face to face and
It’s a whole different story)
They tell you one thing
(and then go do another)
Yo it's about time (we blew your cover)
Hypocritics!

What do you do if you’re
A dick, nobody likes you
And you never get light?
You start your own Hip-Hop website!
Now you’re a big fish in a small pond
Controlling all the facets
Your opinions disappear in the
Instant your browser crashes
You underground babies cry the most
Like you’re starting to teethe
He’s fifteen with an opinion
But me? I’m an artist with beef
"Dude, Tonedeff is all flow
He only talks fast" oh yeah? Well
Here’s a slow fuck you for your stalled ass

Well, what do you do when your careers dyin'
Nearly with it's breath gone?
You start whining, complaining
Claiming you’re getting slept on
In the lab mixing elements for
Your so-called "best song"
Yelling, "I got the next bullet-single!"
But Billboard is wearing Teflon
Cooking up food for thought
But when your meal drops
And listeners don’t like your
Flavor, you pout that
"Y’all don’t know real Hip-Hop!" eat a dick
Doc your fame clock must
Be past it's tick-tock
Now, punching soda cans is the
Only way you’ll hit-pop

All you Hip-Hop hypocrites talking
Like you know me (But come face to face and
It’s a whole different story)
Shut up and stop talking
(Step, start walking)
They smile in your face
(Stab you when you’re not watching)
All you Hip-Hop hypocrites talking
Like you know me (But come face to face and
It’s a whole different story)
They tell you one thing
(and then go do another)
Yo it's about time (we blew your cover)
Hypocritics!

I'm tired of this shit (Me too, man)
Yo, yo, look these motherfuckers man (What?)
They done went from wearing
Motherfucking tutus to FUBUs
From motherfucking Bugle Boy crew
Shorts to Newports (Preach on, brother)
Half of these motherfuckers probably think
Crush Crew was the name
Of some dance their parents used
To do and shit
These pixie stick cupcake-ass Hip-Hop-ocrites
Probably couldn't find
The on switch on a mic (No doubt, man)
They probably feel claustrophobic in a
Vocal booth and shit
But claiming they know what's truth (Right)
Motherfuckers done went from GI
Joeing on Monday (What?)
To trading their Garbage Pail
Kids cards on Tuesday
To building LEGO castles on Wednesday
(What up?)
Flipping colors in the Lite-Brite on Thursday
(Friday, do Friday)
To being a fucking Hip-Hop analyst on Friday
(yeah) most of them still probably be buying
Records off allowance and shit
But yet they know what's real and what's not
(Fuck this shit)
Fuck these nut hugging bastards (Fuck 'em)
Suck my dick (Mine too) fuck that (Fuck 'em)
Fuck that (Fuck 'em)