What Happened - Dope D.O.D.

Ayo, wassap, J.D. Nigga, what’s crackin'?

What you doing?

What’s going on?

What’s happenin'?

See, nowadays I be pimpin' and mackin'

And selling crack and… nigga, you still rappin'?!

What up is I hang with the hardest motherfuckers

I got rhymes by the buckets, make you niggas wanna suck it

But you loveless, I’m the epitome of god-gifted

When I busted my first rap the whole planet shifted

Lifted your mind to the next best hemisphere

The next level shift, so you best to just step in here

Check my gear, I got flavor, mad hip hop

I could run in the roughest neighborhood and not get shot

I black out when niggas start hating shit

Run over your crew, like the New England Patriots

The craziest, but I’m also the laziest

Never turn on the TV so I don’t know who Jay Z is

What happened to rap in the 2−0 era?

Where nigga getting worse and I’m only getting better

Niggas too old, J young and fresher

I put them under pressure, professor, test ya

What happened?

Dope D.O.D.

became the illest

What happened?

Phony MC’s is getting finished

What happened?

You face defeat, and we the winners

Wicked with the lyrics, in a minute you’re diminished

I hear people say: «Back in the day, he wasn’t like this.»

He’s stuck in a cycle of drug, sex, and violence

Dionysus reflects on your iris

Gingivitis erupts through the gums of plenty of biters

I’m the Excalibur weaponry wielder

Do you dare to step into the deadliest field of

(Hardcore hip hop?) We laugh at your idols

Fuck your advice!

I walk the path of the psychos

I kill MC’s regardless of which rhyme I drop

On top of the corpses we climb to the top

So who’s next to flop ‘cause he thought he was heavy?

The last one retired when I tore through his belly

The cyborgs are ready to reboot the system

People go missin', and that seemed to have vanished

They ask me: «What happened?»

Why do I act funny?

I stay braindead, like I got bitten by a rat monkey

Every day I hear the same fucking BS

The same old song, you just don’t progress

You won’t confess that you all fame obsessed

I’ve seen it all, and I’m far from impressed

I get a lot of criticism, you can be my guest

This hip hop shit just got repossessed

Peeps don’t wanna see us have any success

It’s time for these rookies to go hit the benchpress

You’re not the guy I used to know

It’s all about the rate of flows

Even got a Golden Globe;

what a way to go!

This prick didn’t even greet me at the show

Thinks he makes art like he’s Vincent Van Gogh

But no, I turned from amateur to pro

I put in work daily, you just don’t know

Just don’t know, you just don’t know…

What happened?

Dope D.O.D.

became the illest

What happened?

Phony MC’s is getting finished

What happened?

You face defeat, and we the winners

Wicked with the lyrics, in a minute you’re diminished