It's your boy Skillz y'all
You know how we do it
And it's that time of the year
So I might as well get to it
Matter of fact
Year in review homes, I'm takin' it back
So would y'all mind an '05 recap? (I like that)
Aiight, well listen
It started off with Game, yeah his album was crack
And just like that, bam, the west coast was back
I mean, homes did his numbers plus he had a lot to say
Beefin' with Bleek and Buddens but he ain't want it with Jay
Speakin' of the west, the boy Houston tried to ride out
I bought your album dog, but you ain't have to gouge your eye out
Dabbled in paparazzi and got a quick check
I took that picture of Nelly and Ashanti that you saw on the net
And then rappers was gettin' knocked, lawyers was no option
When Kim took the stand, man we had just lost Cochran
Nas and Kelis both said "I do"
Eddie Murphy got divorced but he was married to a dude
Tigga left Rap City and we ain't know what to think
Irv turned himself in and took the Murder out the Inc.
Then Jamie got his Oscar, after that he was set
He smashed "Ray", but "Stealth"? Well that was for the check
Chappelle took fifty mil amd then he slid out the door
The hottest thing on TV, that be "The Bobby Brown Show"
Poor Bobby, dude still tryin' to be a star
But will it ever happen? Hmm... aww hell to the nah
Then cats started beefin', I ain't too sure why
Jada and 50, 50 and Joe, then Flip and T.I.
And I'm beefin' wit' Mickey D's man, y'all dead wrong
Talkin' 'bout payin' rappers to mention Big Macs in their song
We do rap from the heart, y'all better have some respect
Alright, Big Mac! Big Mac! Big Mac! Now where's my check?
"Ordinary People" was a hell of a song
And I ain't the only one who got sick of hearin' "Who is Mike Jones?!"
I'm like the next man, I got love for the south
We know your name Mike, I'm just wishin' you'd close your mouth
And then "I'm a--I'm a hustler," that joint was wicked
But soon as Cass got to poppin', man them boys came to get him
Mariah, she came back, she had our support
Mike Jackson, innocent, moonwalked right out of court
Nick Cannon and Christina, man they was havin' relations
And then 50 kicked Game out at the radio station
How can two men go so hard and diss each other?
Then at the press conference look like they 'bout to kiss each other?
And then Free and AJ quit and the world'll never know why
I miss her too AJ, but damn, did you have to cry?
Well if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
And it's sad cuz BET ain't really been the same since
And this is not speculation y'all, I'm statin' the facts
So would y'all mind if I continue? (I like that)
Alright well listen
Cats gotta hustle and you just can't stop it
R. Kelly, well his hustle happened to be "Trapped in the Closet"
Dude went all out, he was like a full fledged actor
Had us hangin' on every word like chapter for chapter
But he never went to trial, how soon y'all forget
By the time his case come up we'll be on Chapter 106
Destiny's Child said the group thing had lost its flavor
And everybody read Superhead's book except Fantasia
DipSet started poppin' and brainwashed the kids
No matter where you went you couldn't escape Jeezy's ad libs
Yeah, the Snowman went to work
And once they found out what it meant, they banned the damn t-shirts
Ying Yang did their thing with The Whisper Song
They locked Kim up, but they let my man Sigel come home
And then Gwen Stefani came with "Hollaback Girl"
Looked like she had been in Harlem hangin' with black girls
T.O. was playin' games, but he kept on teasin' us
Turned his back on his team and messed their season up
Ma$e came back to rap but we had heard that before
And "Run's House", well that was damn near like "The Cosby Show"
We found out the real truth about Jay and Dame
Hov skated on dude and kept the Roc-A-Fella name
Then Dame's show debuted and the ratings was wack
"Ultimate Hustler", well umm, I don't know about that
Eminem went on tour and filled up all the seats
But when the "Curtain Call" came, he found it hard to sleep
It's better you than me Em, huh, cuz it couldn't be Skillz
I couldn't have that kind of bread and spend it on sleepin' pills
Be for real cuz Common's "BE" album was ill
I got sick of rappers smilin', showin' their grills
And Eve had a porno, but if you blinked it was gone
And then Suge got shot by dude was some pink pants on
Ciara and Bow Wow, they started datin' right
I mean he's three feet, there's no way that he's layin' the pipe
And then all rap music was comin' from the south
Tom Cruise got whipped so he jumped on the couch
But that was nothing, we was headed to a bigger arena
Because we all got burnt by this woman named Katrina
God's daughter sat in the water and came from around the back
She wasn't a cutie, but trust me, her eye was all that
And she ain't have a home but had a jones for guys that was black
She looked down at New Orleans and was like (I like that)
The news was so sad, it was like a modern day slaughter
And I ain't even gonna talk about what was floatin' in that water
See, it was sort of like watchin' a 9/11 sequel
Then Kanye said Bush didn't care about black people
We was all like "Yeah, what he's sayin' is true"
But I'm like 'ye, white people just started carin' about you!
I mean his album still sold, he ain't really blow his chance
But he set us all back with that damn "Gold Digger" dance
And then we lost Luther, the number one singer for soul
And then the league hit the players with a new dress code
LeBron was cool but other cars was mad at it
Cuz if Shaq get one suit made, there goes all the fabric
On VH1 Big Daddy Kane was the man
HU Homecoming somebody tried to shoot up Cam
Botched carjackin', nah fam, that was wrong
Them dudes was just tryin' to shoot theyself
Cuz they like "The Whistle Song"
I might start singin' homie, don't provoke me
T-Pain had a hit singin' karaoke
And then 50 looked crazy on the cover of GQ
He put his movie out, and yeah Usher did too
But keep your mind on your music cuz your actin' is through
So much for the movies, mmm I guess it do what it do
And Trina and Lil' Wayne, they both came out happy
But this a sad day when we dancin' to "Laffy Taffy"
And I ain't hatin' on the South cuz most of it is raw
"Oh I think they like me," nah I don't think I like none of y'all
So in that '06 we gon' have to make that fire
I send my respects out to Tookie and my man Richard Pryor
Jay-Z declared war but then he changed his plans
Cuz by the end of the show he was shakin' Nas's hand
Even Diddy let The L.O.X. come back and get their paper
After Kiss said he was gonna hit 'em with a refrigerator
I made an indie album, next one is ready to go
Me and all the DJs in the world shout out my man Justo
And the "Stop Snitchin" thing y'all, it ain't gon' work
I told y'all I saw a seven year old with a "Stop snitchin" shirt
And don't get me wrong homie cuz I ain't tryin' to be a preacher
But I'm like "Man who snitched on you? Your kindergarten teacher?"
If it make the news, Skillz gonna put it in the mix
Til then Happy New Year y'all, welcome to 2006