Makin' Hip-Hop Great Again Lyrics

What up?

It's ya man Unkle Samm

That's with a K and two M's

And I honestly never know what to say in the intro of my songs

So I guess I'm gonna hit you guys with a little fun fact

Here goes um

I'm the opposite of southpaw

A midwest outlaw

None of y'alls even holdin' a candle

Got my hands on white keys but it aint dope, it's pianos

All you folks turn to vandals

While you boastin' your scandals

Keep it up, get ya knees broke by Sopranos

Every time I turn the track up, it seems y'all just yaked up

The last dude's song, re-packaged it and wrapped up

You don't stack up with mags to pop one

Got New Eras on my dome and your girl ridin' shotgun

They call me Dr. A-K-E because I'm on one

And I ain't here for taxes you got the wrong one

I'm the strong one

Cause that's how I was born son

So when you pop up, you out, can of corn son

I'm from a small town where you're destined to lose

Where poppin' molly has somethin to do with domestic abuse

No one's invested in you

It's hard to treasure your youth

Someone's always goin' around sayin' they better than you

But I'm clever and cool

Ain't no use in gettin' worked up

People needin' a boost but I tell 'em to get they chirp up

Sayin' you a god but needin' to get ya church up

DJ's knowin' Skee but I tell 'em to get they Dirk up

It's kinda funny, you can't out hunt the hunter

Bloodstream ain't clean so my mind gon wonder

Got my eyes locked in

Yes sir, I am light skin

You flash your lightnin' but ain't got no thunder

Scratch ya head to make you wonder

How I'm settin' it off

I'm like Christian Watford, .7 left on the clock

Yeah, Haters is hilarious

Steadily be preparin' us

To chef up this music, givin' the beef to vegetarians

I'm plottin' these places

Plan to promote these perfect pieces

That I have carefully crafted like cutoff khakis with creases

Believe it

I am the reason the 812 gettin' noticed

Tap a ya screen a couple times in case you be losin' focus

No hocus pocus or tricks

And I ain't loadin' no clips

I'm voilatin' beats like you gropin' some older chicks

It's over, I'm over it

Like I'm the boss of the company

Competition be huntin' me

Findin' all my fake friends, dump 'em before they dumpin' me

Before they go and hate again

Hit em with that coach Herm, y'all know that I play to win

Bettin' on myself so the odds for me are razor thin

My name is Unkle Samm and I'm makin' hip-hop great again