Hip Hop Til We Die (feat. Queen AZ)

Y'all ready for this?
It's Atomic
And Queen Azurine
It's Atomic
Now repeat after me

C'mon
H-I-P
H-O-P
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker

People nowadays think they know about Hip Hop
While mumble rap slowly moving to the tip top
Some of the best to ever rap never get affirmation
But 2020 ain't the date on my wristwatch
Immah bring it back, back to 1995
Tupac in his prime
Biggie ready to die
1996, Pac ain't live through
Biggie stepped it up and then they gave him a bullet too
In 1997, the life after death
Hip Hop was torn down once again, my friend
You know I'm keeping it blowing and flowing, I'm really a poet within
Going and going and going and going again
Never to die, never to sin,
I, said I'm coming with the cleverest rhymes
What else is new? Living life in parallel times
And I'm here to bring a little clap back in the world
Ain't even talking about rap, talking bagging your girl
C'mon

H-I-P
H-O-P
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
H-I-P
C'mon c'mon
H-O-P
Throw your hands up
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker

Once upon a time there was a queen
Her name was Queen Azurine, she was so supreme
She was a real nice girl but her body mean
She wear Chanel and Fendi, he Prada me, uh
Favorite color green you know I run it up
He ain't got it, Immah dump him
Ass is like a dump truck
Done done dumb dumb
Don't try ya luck
Atomic is the bomb and all you other rappers suck
We about to take it back in time in the present
You know I been a boss ever since my adolescence
Step on the scene send these bitches to depression
Boy finna set my body, his obsession
And Imma keep him satisfied, my sex drive like a coupe
Tell him give me the loot before I give him the boot
My hips sway in the wind, he hoping they weatherproof
He make it rain on me in my Fendi swim suit, bitch

H-I-P
Nod your head real quick
H-O-P
C'mon, c'mon
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
H-I-P
It's the Old School
H-O-P
With the New School
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker

Hold up! Bring that beat back
Feel this vibe I'm rhyming on the heat track
Cop another tag and dab I do it for the fat pack
Louis' on my feet looking better on the backpack
Match that
Joints in rotation over black jack
Someone let me know where the mac at
We about to blow, blow up the show
Can you keep up with the super duper flow?
And if you like to drift in the whip, throw your hands up
And if you never skip this shit, throw your hands up
If you like to trip in the crib, throw your hands up
And if you're tripping out in the stars, throw your hands up
If you think Atomic spitting bars, throw your hands up
If you finna come to the party, throw your hands up
You know we finna turn it up hard, throw your hands up
That's right everybody, throw your motherfucking hands up

H-I-P
Yeah c'mon, c'mon
H-O-P
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
H-I-P
I'm feeling like Kanye
H-O-P
I'm a motherfucking monster
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker

H-I-P
SportsCenter Top 10
H-O-P
Yeah
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
C'mon
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Yeah
H-I-P
I feel like Will Smith
H-O-P
Getting Jiggy with it
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker

Yeah, yeah
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
Gimme the loot, c'mon
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker

Thank y'all for tuning in
Hip Hop 'til we die motherfucker
And in the great words of Ryan Martin,
Rest in peace
Stay tuned
Perfect