Paroles de 'I Hate Hip Hop' par Tom MacDonald

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ah
Okay
Yeah

I’m not a YouTube rapper, come on give me credit
I don’t need to do reaction’s to get views, okay I said it
Not a label rapper, I'm way too offensive (too offensive)
Go ahead and call me clickbait, I made millions independent
I’m not a mumble rapper, y'all understand every single word
I’m not takin’ Xanax, rappin’ ‘bout money, liquor, and girls
Not a Soundcloud rapper, I got hits you actually have heard
I exist outside the internet, done shows around the world
Not a boombap rapper, I’m not stuck in 1990
I like Wu-tang, but that vibe is kinda old and grimy
Not a conscious rapper, all those rappers sound like SJ dubs
Not a gangster rapper, cool enough without being a thug
I’m not country rap, I don’t play guitar, I don’t drive a truck
I don’t chew tobacco, get the Chevy stuck 10 feet of mud
I’m not horror-core, I don’t paint my face
I don’t trip, I can only be myself and I am Tom Macdonald, bitch

I think I gotta let them know
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
And let me say it from the soul man

I hate Hip Hop!
How dare you call me a rapper
When all these rappers don’t have nothin’ left to say
I hate Hip Hop!
It’s full of liars and actors
These little rappers about as real as they names
I hate Hip Hop!
Keep the glits and the glamour
'Cause all these rapper’s are puttin’ kids in they graves
I hate Hip Hop!
The whole culture is cancer
They’ll kill their momma for some clout and a chain

I’m not a mainstream rapper, I think they’re pathetic
I don’t compromise my vision, just so I can sell some records (no)
I’m not underground, that means it’s hard to sell it (hard to sell it)
I’ve got mass appeal, mastered being catchy with a message
I’m not whiteboy rapper, actually got that juice and call the vibe
Pumpin’ Eminem, don’t mean that all you boomers really rhyme
Not a corny rapper, spittin’ every song in double time
Say so much and don’t say nothin’, bunch of garbage in your lines
Not a lil rapper, I ain't auto-tunein' every song
I ain’t makin’ tunes exclusively 'bout drinkin’ at the club
Not a candy rapper, I ain’t makin’ albums full off pop
I ain’t Macklemore, or logic, Lil Dicky or Asher Roth
I ain’t emo rap, I ain’t sheddin’ tears
I don’t cut myself, I don’t romanticize suicide or poor mental health
I ain’t back-pack rap, that’s my grandad’s rap
Please don’t take this as a diss
I’m just Tom Macdonald

I think I gotta let them know
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
And let me say it from the soul man

I hate Hip Hop!
How dare you call me a rapper
When all these rappers don’t have nothin’ left to say
I hate Hip Hop!
It’s full of liars and actors
These little rappers about as real as they names
I hate Hip Hop!
Keep the glits and the glamour
'Cause all these rapper’s are puttin’ kids in they graves
I hate Hip Hop!
The whole culture is cancer
They’ll kill their momma for some clout and a chain

I'm so used of hearin’ people hate, I get it
Hip Hop hates me, and I hate it too it’s been this way forever
I don’t move like them, I’ll never be accepted (no, no, no)
I got rich without a co-sign, I will hold you 'cause you’re jealous
I don’t want the clout, I don’t need a friend
Y’all can keep your beats
Never signed a deal, so every dollar goes to me
I been humble, ain’t been flexin’
Ain’t been showin’ off my blessings
Maybe I should take a second to make sure y’all get the message
I’m in beast mode, check the teeth glow
I don’t need dough
Everything is Vendi, Gucci, Sace Louis V, oh
Nothin’ new to me, no
Too much green to keep, vro
Hundred thousand dollars every hour that I sleep for
I don’t talk about it, 'cause the way my momma raised me good
All these rappers hate me, If they don’t I’ll say they maybe should
H-O-G, the army they say crazy is as crazy does
So watch yourself, blood on our hands
I’ll bother us we bath in blood

I hate Hip Hop!
How dare you call me a rapper
When all these rappers don’t have nothin’ left to say
I hate Hip Hop!
It’s full of liars and actors
These little rappers about as real as they names
I hate Hip Hop!
Keep the glits and the glamour
'Cause all these rapper’s are puttin’ kids in they graves
I hate Hip Hop!
The whole culture is cancer
They’ll kill their momma for some clout and a chain