Washed Up Hip-Hop Heads

Shut that little booty hole mouth up Every time you talk it's like a hippo Has the hiccups Spent my youth on some Onyx shit and This is a stickup Sticky Fingaz In a dusty old pickup Truck Dirt Road explorer Since before Dora Red Aura Better light the menorah I'm the black version of the middle candle Middle Finger version off Jack Daniels Red Flag Pirate Vandal Just like pops I'm stacking up handles In dark lit studio Rappers today sound like Su Su Sudio Su Su Sudio That's a pretty old reference Just cancelled my Spotify Just blew up my radio Prickly Pear Arizona beat heads Never liked my shit it's too eclectic For a Meth Head You heard what I said AZ like the Walking Dead But I got Zombies nodding to my beats Like some Washed Up Bobble Heads I'm so happy that I'm not like you I'm so happy I'm not part of the crew Same Ol' Songs Same Ol' Threads Bunch of Washed Up Hip Hop Heads I'm so happy that I'm not like you I'm so happy I'm not part of the crew Same Ol' Songs Same Ol' Threads Bunch of Washed Up Hip Hop Heads Your 40 years old still on that same Ol' Hip Hop shit How about you Gate Keep your ass into a new outfit In the same fit you wore when Obama took office About as Hip as youth pastors who do Cross Fit Meanwhile I'm doing something new Smashing together genres like you muddle booze Got you so lit up You wanna lick the cup Here hold my shorts for a second So I can figure out how to get it off I'm Fabulous You're the bottom of the averages You're music taste is as new As those kids Patch Cabbages Out of Order but on some New York Battle Shit Still bump KRS With BBNO$ after it I'm still on that southernplayalistic cadallac But realize that music grew After Aftermath This has nothing to do with no Mumble Rap Come get your dad outta here He's at the club Requesting Atmosphere I'm so happy that I'm not like you I'm so happy I'm not part of the crew Same Ol' Songs Same Ol' Threads Bunch of Washed Up Hip Hop Heads I'm so happy that I'm not like you I'm so happy I'm not part of the crew Same Ol' Songs Same Ol' Threads Bunch of Washed Up Hip Hop Heads I'm just having fun man Look at me, I'm about as current as a rerun of Happy Days I'm about as hip as Joe Biden's record collection And Nancy Pelosi's Saturday night outfit Fresh as that banana on your counter right now My pop culture references smell like cassette tapes I'm about as current as a European power bill Bear the Astronot is like your mom's TikTok videos - should have never happened I look like I party to Bruce Springsteen & The Eagles mixtapes Pops said that I was pontificating But He's dead now Guess that I am just not relating With the heads now I have a friend who raps Come on Bear show em man Freestyle Shut your Pie Hole I've always been a Song Writer Got the crowd fired up Like a Bic Lighter 5 songs a day off the quill When I'm inspired Temper pop quick Fuse connected to a thin wire Got Old School Academics In my Genetics Make beats like a machine That ain't Akai They call it cybernetics Washed up Hip Hop Heads So pathetic That show is over Go ahead and role the credits Take a little bit of this A little bit of that Diploma Graduated past just Boom Bap But it's still in my roots Like a cap in my tooth Shoot It still comes out in the booth It's just one weapon in arsenal If we're telling the truth I got plenty more I'm like the Iron Man suit Taking an old cadence And keeping it new Took the whole Coocoos Nest Jetted out and I flew Don't be mad at me Cuz I said your Washed Up Just go try something new Listen to new stuff Maybe try a new genre Maybe buy some new clothes Then come back with an open mind And try again I suppose