Dope D.O.D. - What Happened

Verse 1
What up is I hang with the hardest motherfuckers
I got rhymes by the buckets make you niggas wanna suck it
But you love this, I’m the epitome of god-gifted
When I busted my first rap the whole planet shifted
Lifted you mind to the next ? hemisphere
The next level shift so you best to just step in here
Check my gear, I got flavour mad hip hop
Fucking run in the roughest neighbourhood and not get shot
I black out when niggas start painting shit
Run over your crew like the New England Patriots
The craziest but I’m also the blaziest
Never turn on the TV so I don’t know who Jay-Z is
What happened to rap in the 2-0 era?
Where they are getting worse and I’m only getting better
Niggas too old, J-Young and Pressure
I put them under pressure, professor test you
Chorus
What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest
What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished
What happened? You face defeat and we the winners
Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you’re diminished
Verse 2
I hear people say back in the day he wasn’t like this
He’s stuck in the cycle of drug, sex, and violence
The nicest 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 MCs regardless of which rap 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 missing 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
Every day I hear the same fucking BS
The same old song, you just don’t progress
We won’t invest, deck you all fame obsessed
I 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 turn from amateur to pro
I put in work daily, you just don’t know
Just don’t know
You just don’t know
Chorus
What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest
What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished
What happened? You face defeat and we the winners
Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you’re diminished