What’s Going On Charles Hamilton

[Verse I]
I woke up
Tryn'a figure why these niggas who can't rhyme for shit is shinin' since I'm the shit
It should be a musical monopoly, not just me
But all those who rock with me, honestly
I don't listen to no one, fuck the rest
I just obsess over the older musicians with such success
Was music ever this fuckin depressin'?
All this dick suckin, who's the bitch suckin, the treble clef?
Now this might offend you but let me continue
This what real men do, rappers don't rap, producers just loop
Most producers do, but who the fuck is who?
Big wigs afraid of change, too much to lose
Niggas payin niggas to chill, that's a screwed up crew
So maybe I'm screwed up too;
The dude who fucked up the system, poopin up what you chewed up in your food
Coincidentaly im shittin' when I'm writin this
I keep it funky, that's why I keep my life in this
Whatever

[Hook]
What have we done, What's going on
Where have we gone, What's going on
What are we doing, What's goin on
What's goin on, What's goin on