Joe Budden - Who Killed Hip Hop? lyrics

Can anybody pinpoint the day it went wrong?
I mean, I used to blame Reggaeton
I can’t front i thought all that was corny
Was it Ja’s fault?
Lil Mo said she ain’t get paid
For "Put It On Me"
Look, you bring it up and dudes
Get on some coy shit
Was it T-Pain with that funny voice shit?
Or was it Lil Wayne with
That funny voice shit?
The whole game dick rode
That funny voice shit
I can’t tell when it happened
Was it when Lil Jon showed dudes
You could sell without rapping?
Was it Laffy Taffy? I
Thought they was kiddin’
Shawty Lo said ‘Dey Know!’, I really didn’t
Dancin’ became cool again
Then came "Walk It Out"
But, I ain’t know what the
Fuck niggas was talkin’ bout
Unit kicked Game out, they ain’t give a fuck
Then we see the same shit happen to Buck
It was a few years ago
But I remember the summer
50 made fans start looking at the numbers
A&R’s won’t take risks
They won’t sign niggas
The word ‘swag’ came out and
Started to blind niggas
Rap dudes want reality shows
And my dumbass was thinking that reality sold
Did it start with the iPod?
Or when rappers had to pay DJ’s
For them to do their job?
Now all the content is the same
It don’t differ
Everybody sold some drugs or pulled triggers
The more you think about
You gonna just get sicker i mean
Why the fuck would Nas wanna
Call his shit ‘Nigga’? NIGGA!
Was it when the Wu broke up?
Pac, BIG, Pun went to sleep, never woke up
Lupe was doing a tribute and choked up
Some of these stupid ass fans was like
"So what?" some them they ain’t educated
Fuck blaming the south, we ain’t segregated
I mean, it was all good around the
Kiss and Beans shit
Took a left turn around the
Kiss and Green shit
Maybe it all started when Roc-A-Fella parted
Ways, it’s natural to shift toward fame
I watched every last one of
Dudes shit on Dame
Kind of got that in common
I can dig that pain
When they gave Jay a desk and suit
They finally gave a rapper a
Chance to come execute
But somethin’ told me the suit's
At the tables was hurtin’
They Fired everybody, labels started merging
Far as sales? The decline is strong
As the experts
They’ll say that the climate’s wrong
I mean, some niggas prime is gone
I peeped it when niggas started
Puttin’ fake diamonds on
You can tell a dude, "I spit better than you"
But then he’ll say
"I’m richer for whatever I do"
I seen all this coming
I knew what we was in for
Back when Erick Sermon had jumped
Out of the window
Was it when Ma$e retired? He couldn't hack it
Tip could, he just needed some more ratchets
DJ’s, Producers
The one’s who get us the farthest
Said, "Fuck rappers!"
And they became the artists
I gotta talk candid
Did we start having issues around the
Same time Jimmy and Cam did?
Or was it when Chingy thought
He ain't need Ludacris? His Next album
Found out that that was ludicrous
Papoose and Clipse both survived
Inking with Jive, then getting jived
Your man Jae Hood repped that D-Block gang
Then I seen dude dragging his D-Block chain
Or did one-hit wonders change it all along?
They made labels only want to
Sign a dude’s song
And you really don’t know shit
If you think the fans pick the videos on 106
I’m just stating the truth
Did it start when Fox stayed in the news
More than she did the booth?
Or was it when Lil
Kim stopped exploiting sex?
The fuck is up with DMX?
I hope dude’s straight
Have an opinion and they gonna say you hate
I can’t front, I’m missing the old Clue tapes
Next thing, the underground sunk further
The feds was on Irv so The Inc dropped Murder
I never blame Fab, Jeezy, Rick Ross
Did shit get lost when Shyne went up north?
I’ll never understand the hiphop police
When hiphop is what hiphop needs to police
These blatant-ass radio attempts
Sound so bland
Twista kept trying to recreate ‘Slow Jamz’
Then we send the wrong message with our slang
Broke niggas blowing they rent
To make it rain
So you walk in and give a bitch a few $20′s
She’ll smerk her face up
Looking at you funny
This chick told me she only take new money
Man, I snatched my shit back sooo fast
Or did it start when rappers said, ‘Fuck it’
Sacrificed music and started
Raping they budget
Nothing wrong with dude’s being candy or pop
Something was wrong when Joc
Did the Candy Shop
We buying our own records
Maybe no one’s to blame
Are we a business that we
Can’t afford to maintain?
Second week show that boy numbers ain’t high
I hate to break it to you, numbers always lie
Or when Ortiz signed to Aftermath
And Now he’s feeling the aftermath
Was it Fight Klub fucking
With them battle raps? Not too many of them
Gettin’ signed after that
I mean, some can’t stay afloat
A million Busta albums he’s still
Not mentioned with the GOATs
Fuck looking for answers, time will tell
Was it when Def Jam didn’t want to resign L?
A 15-year old told me Cass was ass
Rather than spazz
All dude could do was laugh
Or was it when the whole East Coast fell off?
Or got comfortable
Maybe dude’s was too well off
The more niggas said they
Didn’t write down lyrics
The more it started to sound like they didn’t
But, do whatever you can to
Keep the lights on
But Dumbin’ down just became the new "DYLAN!"
Honestly, I ain’t know what to think
A few years ago we had
The young kids wearing pink
I can’t blame the fans for
Not knowing a damn thing
When We trained them to be this way
I mean showed ‘em whatever to
Sell with no limit's
Since the early 90′s, sold ‘em a false image
So when some shit comes that
Don’t fit the mold
It’s like mole and nigga you
Won’t even do Gold they watch the videos
See you on the corner with a whole bunch
Of people and think that you hood
They turn on the TV
See these video bitches and they think
Niggas girls really look that good
I mean They get so many free
Verses when the album drops
The shit’s more like a bonus
Why pay for it? Why take onus?
With one click of the mouse they could own it
I mean some of them are fooled so easily
By whatever we say or we show ‘em on TV
But that was all part of the plan
Or was it when Eminem made ‘Stan’?
I swear some of these fans
They put they whole life on the line
It’s like they can’t like more than
One rapper at a time less about the product
More about the digit's it’s a business
We got less fans and more critics
Maybe we at a cross
Canibus made one of the dopest diss records
But some still say he lost
And I ain’t believe my ears when
Niggas tried to tell me
That KRS-One had a rap beef with Nelly
If rap was alive
We’d be trying to be the best rappers ever
Not the best rapper alive
But, you won’t get accepted at all
If you ain’t street tough
Onyx was the hardest ’til Sticky got beat up
Now ‘I’m A Thug’ is how I gotta behave
If I wanna be paid, if I wanna see praise
You know something’s wrong when
Niggas are getting shot
And you gotta sit and wonder
If the whole thing’s staged
It ain’t REAL no more
Or did we just expand on our audience
Maybe we appeal to more
Or, do we think ya’ll
Are just getting dumber?
We tried to make gettin’
Older getting younger
Did we lose our hunger?
Something’s gotta give
Did we outgrow ourselves? Is hiphop for kids?
If it is, they turn on MTV Cribs and think
"That’s where these motherfuckers
Really live!" or, was it when Lauryn
Hill dropped a classic?
So did the Fugees, til Wyclef tapped it
Songs don’t do it no more
The shit’s shocking
Seen it when "Lean Back" had
The whole world rocking
Now it’s "Fuck your bars!" if
Your hook is fly
So we look at Crooked I with a crooked eye
Dope ass rappers ain’t seeing no dough
If everything’s commercial
Where the fuck is the show?
But anybody making a dime, see ima wish well
Still we took a big L losing Big L
Or was it when YouTube came in the game?
Now nobody’s from their living room
Can make a name
Or when Indies like Koch came and blew up
Niggas at the majors they literally threw up
To some, it ain’t fun no more
You know it’s fucked up when DMC
Don’t talk to Run no more
To many egos, like we ain’t one no more
Shit’s predictable
Niggas ain't stunned no more
We startin’ to see shit we never seen before
At one point
We even had the magazines at war
OR, was it street DVD’s like Smack?
Showed you just how stupid your
Favorite rapper would act
This shit get lifeless
When MTV made a list of the
Hottest and ignored the nicest
Changed the whole steelo
I mean the averaged fan never heard of
Goodie Mob or a Cee Lo
But they heard of Gnarls Barkley!
And Dr carter still say we got a heartbeat
I ain’t gonna lie, I was scared to death
Straight up i started to hear rumors
Of an Outkast breakup
I was like, "That ain’t true
It sounds desperate"
Then started to see Big Boi and 3K separate
We had periods where it was
Drier than a desert
Are we all killin’ this shit?
Is it a group effort?
Are we alive and well or barely surviving?
Is it R&B’s fault? Them niggas is thriving
Then a lot of people go and blame LimeWire
I don’t think it’s downloadin’ dog
The line’s tired
Did the fans just get tired of the outcome?
One dope single and a bullshit album
So they share albums with each other
Was it Master P with them
Ugly ass album covers?
Or when we started appearing in the news?
Timberland said they didn’t want black
Niggas wearing they boots
I mean, I know it got foggy, at least blurry
When the label dude got knocked
Out by Keith Murray or was it when we became
Obsessed with the brand names?
Had the kids trying to buy
Shit they can’t name
And some think the evidence is ample
Did it start when Puff took
Advantage of the sample?
Is it all watered down with no fire?
If you had enough money you
Can buy a ghostwriter
Or the Diamond District
With Jacob the Jeweler
Had to buy his watch to
Be looked at as cooler
Fucking with them trends
Our stupid asses wasted a hundred grand
On shit that ain’t even in
Look, is the game now as
Bad as it’s ever been? It’s not ringtones
Just the songs that they represent
I heard all of ‘em
The sad part I wouldn't recognize most
These niggas if I saw ‘em
I can’t explain it
I don’t know what to tell ya
Now goin’ Gold is look at as a failure
Maybe old heads in charge just weren't able
DJ’s is spinning now with no turntable
Maybe the fans are just bored of us
Or maybe there ain't enough room
For all of us it’s like
Even a friendship will stop at a point
Mike Jones went platinum off
Of Slim Thug’s joint
But there’s so many ways to get fuckin’ rich
Supahead caked off by just suckin’ dick
Did we sell out just to get in demand more?
Did we go against everything we
Used to stand for? Both are likely
There’s two sides to a coin
Who you rollin’ with: Souljah Boy or Ice T?
Some niggas wanna sit around
And complain about
I rather analyze, seek how it came about
If we could rewind the world
We wouldn’t have to watch Flava Flav
Try to find his girl
Look, today it’s all about
Marketing and promo
I remember VH1 was just for old folks
But no ma’am if I ain’t know better
I would think that mix show is now programmed
We let the power of the dollar annihilate us
Now the size of our chain gonna validate us
It’s too simple
They can’t think we’re really deep
I just heard Chris Brown on the A Millie beat
Seen a video, it’s called Lookin’ Ass Niggas
Grabbed the remote
Tired of lookin’ at niggas
But that let a nigga know if we ain’t dead
Then we just half alive, maybe brain dead
Did it start when Capone left Nore?
Nah, he went to jail
That’s a whole different story
Or, maybe somethings really wrong
With our ears
Obie Trice got dropped, so much for Cheers
Female emcees, they don’t ever hit the target
Somebody said they saw Amil
Working in a Target
The sad part is we already lost Remy
Or did we go wrong when E-v-e got skinny?
What’s up with Jacki-O, Rah Digga
That I can’t figure
And Trina ain’t been the same since Nan Nigga
I know it had to do
Something to his heart beat
When Lady of Rage started doing Steve Harvey
I know we caught a lil’ trama
Somewhere between Yo Yo, Boss, and Lil Mama
Lot of females found another way to extort
Most of our video models have turned escort
Do anything to see dough
So they’ll exchange sex with an artist
Or director for a lead role
Or should we get back to basics?
Where’s the Rakim’s or the Master Ace’s?
The Big Daddy Kane’s, or did we never recover
From Dre not being on the side of Ed Lover
Or when rap dude started
Signin’ their friends?
Instead of going out and tryin’
To find niggas with skill
Seen it happen when D-12 put out Purple Pills
And while the whole hood laughed
Them niggas sold a Mil’
Some of us ain’t prepared
For something so lucrative
I just heard Yung Berg say some stupid shit
Like we almost caught one in the torso
When each Bone Thugs member
Took they own crossroads
Some disagree, some gotta see the same
Or maybe Hip Hop died on Aailyah’s plane
If it relocated where did it move to?
I still Love HER the way Common used to
Or did Bill O’ Reily come fuck up the spirit?
With negative remarks about
Everybody’s lyrics
Spend all this time dissin us
Nigga you 95 years old motherfucker
Shouldn’t be a listener
Lost Jam Master, who was tougher then leather
Or did it start when
Treach started fuckin Pepa?
As our jeans got tighter and
Our tee’s got longer
I’m trying to figure which age
Group we belong to or did we all go astray
The second Dr dre left NWA?
I mean in my opinion we was on easy street
When he was beefin’ with Eazy-E
Or did we get fucked up when
Producers found a way to cheat?
Signin unknown niggas to start
Making their beats if you sell your own shit
It gotta go for cheap
Put my name on it and the price increase
Or, is it cause everybody’s so self-centered?
Is that the reason Hip
Hop it'self ain’t centered?
Or have we already seen this
Shit with our own eyes?
Rico Suave, Hammer, and Vanilla Ice
Everybody want in the game so in return
You got label executives
Fuckin’ their interns
And anybody lookin’ at that new Vibe bracket
Should see that they don’t know a
Thing about this rap shit
Or maybe we shoulda stopped being proud
When there was no more Rawkus
And no more Loud
Tried to get conscious around Vote or Die
So they made it look like
All our votes was lies
As the years go on it’s like
We keep gettin more voids
We got lost when we lost one of the Lost Boys
I knew we was impersonating a fraud
When Kay-Slay smacked my man at the awards
Regardless, it’s our fault as artists
Runnin’ with entourages who act like they
Ain’t never left the projects
Who do we wanna target
Will they put an Uncle Murda cd
In a Wal-Mart or a Target
We got the nerve to not wanna hear Ras Kass
But fuck with VIC "Get Silly" and that trash
I felt ashamed
When J-Kwon told me he ain’t like
Raekwon cause he stole his name
Was back when everybody in the club got tipsy
Now every contract gotta be 360
So fuck eatin’ better scrape the plate
Now every beat gotta at least have an 808
Did the lights get dim when
We first heard Mims?
And said "Another New York rapper
On the South tip" is it overcrowded?
They keep sayin "If it’s so fucked up
Then do something about it" i doubt it
There’s just one thing they don’t understand
That job is way bigger then just one man
Or maybe all of these
Pleas that it’s deceased
Is false and it’s right where it needs to be?
Maybe we built on something
That’ll last forever see ‘Face and Geto Boys
Just got back together
Maybe no one can stop us
Even other genre’s now jock us
We even doing songs with the rockers
How is that the feelin’?
Kanye’s amazin’, Wayne just sold a Million
We closer to a ceilin’ how are we in a coma?
When we the only business you
Can excel without a diploma
Technology changed, made everything simple
Myspace is now a dude’s bio slash demo
Aside from this rap we generatin’ more money
We took it global and
Penetrated other countries
So let’s celebrate, sip some Cris’
Some more shit we embrace just
To end up dissed
Go and buy the bar out so we can all get bent
Let’s go and cop a bunch of
Cars just to still pay rent
Or here’s another bright idea to entertain
Let’s go and put our face on
The bottom of a chain
Are some of us just nigga rich
With nigga money while Jews keep laughin
"Look at these nigga dummies"
Should Hip Hop be a steppin’ stool
Till we find another role we can step into?
Some of us doin’ movies as a matter of fact
And some never stopped to plan life after rap
I mean, as a whole did we stop movin’ further
Around the time Snoop Dogg went
On trial for murder?
Or was it Scarface creatin’ these clonies?
30 years later everybody’s still Tony
Maybe anybody complaining is deranged
Can you expect something to
Grow and not change?
We’re socially accepted
Deviated our old route
To simplify the term we all sold out
I think I figured out who’s to blame
Started out Obama, ended up McCain
So we Kurt Cobain’d ourself
And we’re defeated
So next time they ask "who killed
It" tell em WE DID!