What Happened?

[Intro: Mulu]
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’?!

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
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

[Verse 3: Dopey Rotten]
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...

[Hook]
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