Out of Her Sleep

(Hip Hop Lives Forever. Wack rappers die)

I'm the biggest thing in the room that no one wants to speak to
Well F em then
The invisible, eloquent elephant came here to spit for you
Every miserable syllable
I think I need a steal enclosed case for my overactive heart
A lead enclosed case for my radioactive art
My body is the temple edifice
Created by the Benevolent's intelligent architectural excellence
Riding the ocean wave crests, looking at the crescent moon
Tryna detect the patterns in the crevices
For mystical mic cleverness
I use to dead your men
Saying the Incan Human Sacrifice Rites
To use the right knife etiquette
When I stick it in their minds effortless
And pray to lift their souls where the heavens is
Executioner, elocutionist
Shocking the whole world like I'm electrocuting it

But Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR'd her out of her sleep
So when she with you she thinking about me
She thinking bout me
She thinking bout what I'm thinking bout

Yeah, Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR'd her out of her sleep
You got her now, but she thinking bout me
She thinking bout what I'm thinking bout
So let me tell you what I'm thinking about

Where the good times at?
Once you're jaded, you can't rewind that
I wish I could ride the back of a giant flying bat
To the where evil reside at
And run it over in no time flat
This music's instrumental to our mind set
It raised us
If we dreamers could just wake up
And create a reason to take us
Way up where the sky's at
Then I could say hi to the high hat
Tip the hat, "like how do you do?"
I serve dudes on the beat, party of two
I slip the fly up in they food for thought
Just like it's part of their soup
I pleasure me, who care if yall in the mood?
It don't even matter
They been throwing stones at my glass house
Imagine my surprise when I found out it don't even shatter
So forget a rapper
All they wanna do is have your head on a platter
If I need someone on deck to collab with
I'm a probly call Will I am – Shatner
I'm right here on your internet, beam me up
Your Microsoft windows'll get squeegeed up
Keep it clean
A slacker, I could never be
Bet I don't even let me get ahead of me
Married myself – even filled out a registry
Then I met this art form born in the 70's
She spoke to me and it sounded so heavenly
She told me, she here now she won't never leave
I turned my back then before I turned back around
They say she dying, don't let her bleed

But Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR'd her out of her sleep
You got her now, but she thinking about me
She thinking bout what I'm thinking bout
So let me tell you what I'm thinking about

Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR'd her out of her sleep
So when she with you, she thinking about me
She thinking bout me
She thinking bout what I'm thinking bout

Yeah, Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR'd her out of her sleep
You got her now, but she thinking about me
She thinking bout what I'm thinking bout
So let me tell you what I'm thinking about

We just tryna make the most out of life
Before the Lord chokes out our life
So we don't fear much
This thug bumped us mean mugging in the club
But so what he got coward eyes
When there's nothing else left
I dress her wounds up with Thousand Isle
We walk the edge of death, just to check my balance out
We up the creek but my paddle's out
Win or lose, shoot the worst thing is fouling out