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letra de hypocrite - tonedeff

[intro – tonedeff]
yo
a word to the wise
deacon the villain and tonedeff know everything about hip-hop
so disagreeing with us makes you automatically f-cking wrong

[chorus – tonedeff (& deacon the villain)]
this goes out to all you hip-hop hypocrites talking like you know me
(but come face to face and it’s a whole different story)
shut up and stop talking
(step, start walking)
they smile in your face
(stab you when you’re not watching)
all you hip-hop hypocrites talking like you know me
(but come face to face and it’s a whole different story)
they tell you one thing (and then go do another)
yo it’s about time (we blew your cover)
hypocritics!

[verse 1 – tonedeff]
hey, what’s the matter with the world today?
there’s lots of hypocrites lurking, you can be sure to say
see, plenty of times, i’ve been verbally burned or turned away
by n-ggas that haven’t earned their say
so, in my defense, i’ve learned to play
cause i discerned decay in many crevices, heady rappers, biters
writers and editors, so i take preventative measures
it’s shame that this game b-b-became a bit of a pain
i’m dealing with strain by getting my name
sh-t on by n-ggas that b-tch and complain
consider the fame of underground rappers
who stand to waste their fan bases if sounds can can catch up
like sales are bad luck
some cats only support you when they believe they’ve bought you
but abort you the minute you blow the f-ck up, or even start to
no need argue with these mean elitists
this new breed of teens is conceited, thinking that they conceived the whole scene as you see it
like history prior to them was deleted
now either you’re a conformist or an extremist
my grievances are not without warrant because i’ve seen this sh-tty element shine through
by cynical individuals carrying rifles
don’t be original, don’t even try to
you’ll always sound like somebody else, ’til somebody else sounds like you
be mindful of the powers that scheme
i’m seeing these dudes that never paid dues with interviews
and two-page spreads in glossy magazines
and i’ve had it with these fraudulent skeptics
the type to say they wrecked sh-t
when the whole audience was on their guest list

[chorus – tonedeff (& deacon the villain)]
all you hip-hop hypocrites talking like you know me
(but come face to face and it’s a whole different story)
shut up and stop talking
(step, start walking)
they smile in your face
(stab you when you’re not watching)
all you hip-hop hypocrites talking like you know me
(but come face to face and it’s a whole different story)
they tell you one thing (and then go do another)
yo it’s about time (we blew your cover)
hypocritics!

[verse 2 – deacon the villain (& tonedeff)]
don’t you hate people without cars that critique how you’re driving?
what about them backseat rhymers d-gg-n’ your one-liners?
hip-hop-ocrites, they ain’t droppin sh-t, so they smell yours
and tell you how bad it stinks!
claiming you fell short of their goal
it’s like you’re at a stage show
they ain’t throwing tomatoes, but full bottles of prego
like not seeking their non-seasoned advice would lead to your detriment
while they’re sounding like p. diddy with a speech impediment
knockin your better sh-t!
(y’all couldn’t have heard it right!)
usually, they are suburbanites that are living the urban life
acting like your goal should be to be underground for life
(aight, then pay our bills, b-tch, and turn on our lights!)
these motherf-ckas act like there’s a set of rules to follow
well, check this, for you i got a set of jewels to swallow
’cause half the cats you praise, you only like because he’s cool with your other favorite rapper
you only like him because he used to be eminem’s back-up
took a picture, had it posterized and found a wall to tack up
but when eminem blew up, you threw up
dissed him and became the next underground sensation’s new sl-t
it’s all sad
to you, songs with sung hooks, they’re all bad
but throw anticon’s whackest rapper on it, and you’re all glad
this madness and inconsistency dulls my shine
these b-tches would try to discredit visa if it rhymed
now chew on that line

[verse 3 – tonedeff]
what do you do if you’re a d-ck, n0body likes you, and you never get light?
you start your own hip-hop website!
now you’re a big fish in a small pond, controlling all the facets
your opinions disappear in the instant your browser crashes
you underground babies cry the most, like you’re starting to t–the
he’s fifteen with an opinion
but me? i’m an artist with beef
“dude, tonedeff is all flow, he only talks fast”
oh yeah? well, here’s a slow f-ck you for your stalled -ss

[verse 4 – deacon the villain]
well, what do you do when your careers dyin’, nearly with its breath gone?
you start whining, complaining, claiming you’re getting slept on
in the lab mixing elements for your so-called “best song”
yelling, “i got the next bullet-single!”
but billboard is wearing teflon
cooking up food for thought, but when your meal drops
and listeners don’t like your flavor, you pout that, “y’all don’t know real hip-hop!”
eat a d-ck, doc. your fame clock must be past its tick-tock
now, punching soda cans is the only way you’ll hit-pop

[outro – deacon the villain (& tonedeff)]
i’m tired of this sh-t (me too, man)
yo, yo, look
these motherf-ckers man (what?)
they done went from wearing motherf-cking tutus to fubus
from motherf-cking bugle boy crew shorts to newports (preach on, brother!)
half of these motherf-ckers probably think crush crew was the name of some dance their parents used to do and sh-t
these pixie stick cupcake–ss hip-hop-ocrites probably couldn’t find the on switch on a mic (no doubt, man)
they probably feel claustrophobic in a vocal booth and sh-t
but claiming they know what’s truth (right)
motherf-ckers done went from g.i. joeing on monday (what?)
to trading their garbage pail kids cards on tuesday
to building lego castles on wednesday (what up?)
flipping colors in the lite-brite on thursday (friday, do friday)
to being a f-cking hip-hop -n-lyst on friday (yeah)
most of them still probably be buying records off allowance and sh-t
but yet they know what’s real and what’s not (f-ck this sh-t)
f-ck these nut hugging b-st-rds (f-ck ’em!)
suck my d-ck (mine too)
f-ck that (f-ck ’em)
f-ck that (f-ck ’em)

- tonedeff

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