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[Intro] First of all I don't know who y'all saw on this stage before me (Alright) I don't know who y'all are gonna see on this stage after me (True) But this is real hip-hop Word up I'm gonna find out tonight where the real hip-hop [Chorus] The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here [Interlude] Blaow-blaow, blaow-blaow Clear 'em out, clear 'em out Word Yo, Nelly [Verse 1] You ain't for real and you ain't universal Your whole style sounds like an N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus Challenging the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status With this ugly look in the Billboard, you could stop them But I got enough albums to make my own top ten You limited, like the speed of traffic You bite my style off the radio, so when you speak it back, I hear the static You better Chillout like Chuck, I kick like three Norrises One of my sixteen-bar rhymes is eight of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous Watch out, I be in the club inconspicuous Got ya on your hands and knees Ain't it about time for some real emcees? [Chorus] The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here [Verse 2] We on the hunt tonight When you see me coming, I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictory 'Cause I'm all about peace, to say the least, with a violent history It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me My people don't see that all they hear is "Stop hittin' me! Stop beatin' me, Kris!" You want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can help if you don't exist I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip-hop does matter to me Does it matter to you, my crew? If it does, you know what the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, pump it like "Yeah" Let these bitch-ass rappers know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off stage Tell 'em KRS told you they're at the end of they days Let me tell you, let's give hip-hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June 25th That'll send a message back to all them sellouts House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out You don't even know how I told you I wasn't talking about you then, but I'm talking about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow One goes right through Even St. Louis don't like you