DopeFiendz - WTFisthisSHIT?

Опубликовано: 16 Июнь 2026
на канале: DopeFiendz
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Hip hop is dead?

Real Hip hop went underground.

[LYRICS]

modern day poet, fire mouth flows lit
see it before i spit its like my clothing show it
diversity and creativity reachin a sick height
fuck five, gimme 6 mics, i rip lips twice
when i spit precise, controlled like deviced
me to rap is like chinese to rice
i be nice to the mic, treat it like my own
livin in the booth see it like my home
my life surrounds sounds of snares and kicks
down for rounds of pairs of shit
that matches perfections, yo sporadic
like sessions of still and illmatic
crown of hip hop, i will have it
no competition cuz kids still at it

that snap shit got them like addicts
but i'm rehab, the 12 point program
cant u see dad? spit flow type jams
this is the to be soon rap, yo that boom bap
(true that) son i'll spit ill shit when i speak
like the bubonic plage in its peak
yo, pray to god when the next ill mc'll come, deadly like cancer
then i was born as an answer
shit i fit the stereotype of a mexican
cuz i'm cleaning, but not floors or ceilings
i'm washing the rap game from the so called appealing
cuz shits straight whack, attention rap under attacked
call me a brush hip hop teeth and u the plaque
leave mc's dead, bloody like seas red
shits inappropriate like cleavage
straight deadly virus, i'll leave u lifeless,

happen right after i write this
sensational, expectation will
be amazed at the new face of ill
still deep in depths, yo sleep closed breaths
untouchable like my name niro, deaths
is plently bitch i'll leave u in a box
have close ones paying bills in funeral costs
lyrical swats, replace the thoughts
of hearing your loss, no one fearin ya homie
leaving ur area in hysteria hearin u lonely
no dont show me, i aint in need
bitch u'll be useless like brown weed
blowin people away like leafers
killin like reaper, smokin u like reefer
leave feeble mc's speechless
like i cut ur jugular vein,
fuck thuggin in thangs, i murder mc's with tips of my brain
packing .22's i refrain, styles stretch like elastic
they call me clumsy yo cuz i drop classics