Hip-Hop

[Intro]

That's what it is, uh huh

Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man

Uh, uh

[Hook]

Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up

Reminisce when this drop, get amped up

Any hit that's this hot is an anthem

Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh

Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up

Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up

They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs

Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come

[Verse 1]

Its mister word renowned with the best verse

One of the illest the streets, from the east to the west, heard

Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir"

A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words

Some of us love to flow 'til the club close

And some in love with blow for the love of dough

In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls

They extorting the game, exploiting the hood

Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread

It's only hot cause we ride, spotted cops with feds

Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead

That's the word on the block is, "Hip-Hop Is Dead"

So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping

Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton

Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hoppers

While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden, let's go

[Hook]

Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up

Reminisce when this drop, get amped up

Any hit that's this hot is an anthem

Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh

Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up

Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up

They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs

Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come

[Verse 2]

Me and my dude's the new cool in the game

That Old-School feel with the New-School slang

The boomerang with the true-blue flame

Shoot through yo' brain like smoking poom-shoong-pang

Ghetto galactic, the next level and back shit

Something like heroin, crack, mixed

The combination of Mike and LeBron, the life of a don

Yeah, just give the God the mic and it's on

My brand new visions gives you aneurysms

My fans'll listen, see my words like its camera's in 'em

We just anxious to bust like a new fo'-pound

So, the hood is reacquainted to the New York sound

Every verse is a mountain of proof, a man of my words

Even on the curb when I'm out of the booth

My style's the truth, unlimited amounts to produce

And my flow still tight when I'm about to get loose, let's go

[Hook]

Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up

Reminisce when this drop, get amped up

Any hit that's this hot is an anthem

Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh

Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up

Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up

They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs

Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come

[Verse 3]

The boogey-down, the buck-town mic flavor

I'm in yo' hood like neighbors

Operation shut down, and it's zero to sixty like "later"

It's rider, up-town, high-top, nike lacer

In the gut of the beast where they don't dwell

The gut of the streets but they don't sell

I still hold mics and stay so real

My flow tight with mo' sight's than AOL

I change climates like a plane pilot

Cause hurricanes and rain violent

Crack your skull, snatch your brain out it, you out ya' mind if it ain't talent

And keep it out your rhyme if you ain't 'bout it

Raps tsunami, the track's behind me

Cats that try me, the raps too grimey

I rap a mami in black Armani

Clap with a body and tap punani

[Hook]

Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up

Reminisce when this drop, get amped up

Any hit that's this hot is an anthem

Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh

Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up

Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up

They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs

Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come