What Happened? by Trisano Lyrics
Verse 1: Can someone tell me, what really happened to music Produce shit, sellout, make hits and fucking fuse it
Autotune they don't use they abuse of it they make
Use of it even when supposed to be acoustic -
'Bout to massacre some rappers like 72 Munich
Tryna clean everything bring me a broomstick
You may- think I'm a fucking lunatic, what
Happened to the melodies that made your heart beat?
What happened to the the lines that were oh so sick?
What happened to the rhymes that would really hit?
Not only rap but everything that's played is fucking shit -
'Bout to send some so called artists to the clinic
This parasitic dicks think they can spit
But oh no they don't they sound robotic
KRS Buckshot and Jay-Z done said it, it
May sound wicked fuck it Imma kill it
Chorus: What happened to Hip-hop?
-God, you know it's fucked up
Let's bring the realness back to the top
All the whack rappers are about to get shot
Verse 2: Today gay mates forgot about the days of the
Great Marvin Gaye, hands down, no debate
These fake niggas' fate is hell's gates, for
Putting the youth of today in such a stupid state-
Good music heads will motherucking relate, from
Wagner to Beethoven, Eminem on my tapes
Rakim, the best lyricist to this day and
Biggie the meanest flow to ever shake the place, what I
Believe is what i say, ain't a fact which I state, so
Please motherfuckers don't hate for Pete's sake
Still I'm not afraid, Imma patiently wait for the
Day in which music weights more than a pretty face
Uh uh it's not late these
Fucking assholes will deflate so chill mate
Imma stop their heart rate, make them our slaves
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days but you don't hear me though
Chorus: What happened to Hip-hop?
-God, you know it's fucked up
Let's bring the realness back to the top
All the whack rappers are about to get shot
Autotune they don't use they abuse of it they make
Use of it even when supposed to be acoustic -
'Bout to massacre some rappers like 72 Munich
Tryna clean everything bring me a broomstick
You may- think I'm a fucking lunatic, what
Happened to the melodies that made your heart beat?
What happened to the the lines that were oh so sick?
What happened to the rhymes that would really hit?
Not only rap but everything that's played is fucking shit -
'Bout to send some so called artists to the clinic
This parasitic dicks think they can spit
But oh no they don't they sound robotic
KRS Buckshot and Jay-Z done said it, it
May sound wicked fuck it Imma kill it
Chorus: What happened to Hip-hop?
-God, you know it's fucked up
Let's bring the realness back to the top
All the whack rappers are about to get shot
Verse 2: Today gay mates forgot about the days of the
Great Marvin Gaye, hands down, no debate
These fake niggas' fate is hell's gates, for
Putting the youth of today in such a stupid state-
Good music heads will motherucking relate, from
Wagner to Beethoven, Eminem on my tapes
Rakim, the best lyricist to this day and
Biggie the meanest flow to ever shake the place, what I
Believe is what i say, ain't a fact which I state, so
Please motherfuckers don't hate for Pete's sake
Still I'm not afraid, Imma patiently wait for the
Day in which music weights more than a pretty face
Uh uh it's not late these
Fucking assholes will deflate so chill mate
Imma stop their heart rate, make them our slaves
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days but you don't hear me though
Chorus: What happened to Hip-hop?
-God, you know it's fucked up
Let's bring the realness back to the top
All the whack rappers are about to get shot