Hip Hop

[Verse] Hip-Hop, hundred dollar bills Why you fuckin' with me though, (Me) me Like there's some shit to see, yo (Nah) Today ain't the day to get Deebo'd (Get outta here) RIP though, I'm on the way to the freak show Learned to see through the evils Learned it from Reasonable Doubt when I was a teen, yo (I was a teen, yo) Ya'll stay livin' in fetal positions Feeble evil witches will get ya, make a meal with ya Is it real, the scripture, see or feel See it for real once you can feel the picture In trouble though, as the world turns my stubble grows It seems that the world burns and the puddles grow Pour a quart of brew in every corridor I stumble towards For the one that made the mask more famous than Russell Crowe More muscle, ever seen him tussle, watch the rubble flow Bring me back when I was younger, yo Things were more subtle you know Although the heat can leave you busted in your head for your bubble coat [Outro] What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?