Gute Traditionen soll man erhalten. Rapper Skillz, der sich mittlerweile anscheinend auch als DJ Mad Skillz verdingt, liefert seinen gerappten Jahresrückblick ab. Wie immer auf den Punkt.

2016 was a bully and a punk. On top of that, now we gotta deal with Donald Trump?

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This past year was a bummer
Looking back, it kinda makes me wonder
How it came and went and damn near took everyone under
Its crazy out here and even though it was tough
I’ma run it back, this is 2016 Rap Up

Denver won the Super Bowl, Cam came up short
Leo got his Oscar and El Chapo got caught
They got mosquitoes with the Zika, so don’t get bit
Peyton and Kobe Bryant both called it quits
I gotta admit, Fam, I get mad as shit
When I swipe my card and they say „No, You gotta use your chip“
Damn Daniel, „Hamilton“ was lit
Who let Kanye West get 53 million in debt?
And Rihanna went to work without taking a pause
ISIS popping and y’all worried about bathroom laws?!?
Come on, fam
How that sound?
So we out here standing up
Just so y’all can sit down?
Warriors went on a streak and then they got served
Panda was a hit and we couldn’t understand the words
Huh, and Khaled kept snapping
These youngins keep mumbling
I guess y’all call that rapping
I’ve seen „Stranger Things“, come on dude
Y’all out here shooting gorillas and punching kangaroos
Janet Jackson pregnant at 50, dog
So for you ol‘ broads, there might be some hope for y’all
I ain’t throwing shade, it ain’t that deep
Shit I don’t want nobody out here fucking with me in these streets
Then Birdman ran up on Charlamagne
And Lil‘ Wayne still not ‚puttin‘ respect on his name‘
Michael left Kelly trying to get paid
But the world stopped when Beyonce dropped Lemonade
She slayed, and over-shared
And ya’ll still trying to find out about ‚Becky with the good hair.‘
As far as questions, I got one
„Hey Hov and B, is y’all finished or is y’all done?“
Son, I don’t know if it was fake
I know KD did the running man challenge all the way to Golden State
The whole year made no sense
Dog, we live in a world without Muhammad Ali and no Prince
Then Gucci came home
And he looked so different y’all was like, „naw, that’s got to be a clone“
Y’all was glued to y’all phones
And LeBron got it done for the Cavs and brought the ship back home
Snapchatting all over the place
I swear to God, if I see one more girl with a dog on her face
It was a sad year for sure
Instead of being woke though
Y’all wanted to play Pokemon Go!
And rap got weird, should we be concerned?
Young Thug in a dress, Yung Joc got a perm
And everybody was in the Presidential race
Ryan Lochte, Oh he gets the Michael Phelps‘ face
Game and Meek beefing, Hillary and Trump
Kap took a knee, T.I., Brad Pitt got dumped
And Trump said he going to build a wall on the border
Ya’ll will probably go to flip bottles water
The snow storm had the East underground
They kept shooting black men but wouldn’t shoot killer clowns
They kept telling us to use our voices
Knowing damn well they ain’t really give us no choices
Get an iPhone with no headphone cord
Or get a Galaxy and go and meet the Lord
See they go low, and we go high
You only got two friends. Why you trying to go Live?
I’ma miss the Obamas, I don’t wanna see them go
My prayers to everyone that we lost in Orlando
The Oscars were so white they had to get Chris Rock
And the album of the year had to be Anderson.Paak
Cubs finally Won, Usain was on fire
Melania Trump hired the wrong ghostwriter
I’m petty with the manners
‚Cuz I think Kim K. got robbed by Joanne the Scammer
Biters keep testin‘ me
They making rap ups, but they ain’t got the recipe
Huh, Yeah that’s facts
Shout to Young M.A. for bringing New York back
And I hear y’all talking about „Kanye is fine“
Well to us it look like Kanye lost his mind
Cowboys kept ballin‘, them boys in the zone
Bryson Tiller came along, kept telling us „Don’t“
I’m highly favored
I clap back on my haters
I feed em beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
The mannequin challenge, oh, that’s how y’all feel?
The World moving dog, we can’t just stand still
Beyonce made sure y’all got in formation
One time for Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Did Drake bag J.Lo? I say kinda
But y’all was all up in arms over Rob and Chyna
And that’s a new level of female pimping
Biggest L of the year goes to Hillary Clinton
You ask me, man, I thought she had it made
You ask me now, shit, I think we all got played
Another sign of the times
And now the whole World laughing at us, sounding like ChewbaccaMom
2016 was a bully and a punk
On top of that, now we gotta deal with Donald Trump?
Pardon me, as I vent
Bro, we made a reality star the President
And that just makes me sick
Talking about, „We gotta give him a chance.“ Naw
I ain’t got to give him shit
It’s going to be hard to cope
Because you can’t have progress, dog, if you don’t have hope
More pros, less rookies
And if America’s ours, how we let it get grabbed by the pussy?
They say I sound mad, off the cuff
Oh, I sound mad? Y’all don’t sound mad enough
So from here on out, we gotta set the tone
Y’all protect yourself and protect your own
And way too many people got called back home
2016 you can go, and I’m glad you’re gone
Felt like a long bad dream
I’m wishing you love and life, Welcome to 2017