Hip Hop iz Ded
They thought their nightmare was dead
And buried
They were wrong
Hip Hop lives
Ain't no reason for you to be all up in my face
When you ain't heard a single song off of the mixtape
Think you better and talking how you gon' take my place
That's a second strike on your record, a mistake
Ain't no reason, your fall from freedom, you won't raise
We gon' bleed em', in every season, it gon' stain
Call it treason the way we leavin' full blown pain
Ain't no cheatin' so start believin' and give thanks
The damage is colossal, make the blood come through your nostrils
From the most addictive substance, in a 94 oz. bottle
They will follow after every tape and every drop we wallow
In the depths of underground hip hop the shit they take influence from
Bitch are you doin sum?! Never thought so never once
Have I saw the people jump, bob they head to whatchu bump
When we gave them what they want when they didn't know it yet
Pass the mixtape like a blunt then light up a cigarette
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
I'm a dead man walkin', now I need a locksmith
Locked out my house and the microphone ought-sit
Now I know the toxic response to rock with
Blocked out my mouth, black bar 'cause I *bleep* this
Let's get it poppin', lean back, Terror Squad
Nah I'm not from the Bronx, biggest L like Lamont
La-da-diddy-daw, not Snoop Doggy Dog
Nana-na not Nelly but I mosh with them all
Givin' you the bronze, son, a call to action
Our conglomerate is toppin' this, don't compliment if talkin' shit
Like Jigga to the God's Son, y'all just distractions
But stay cautious, bitch, no consequence is greater than us arsonists
We'll burn this motherfucker down right now
ASAP as we mobbin' and unload another thousand
You ain't 50, you ain't poppin' and it's shockin' you inspect the dick
Call up Def Jam 'cause I'm fightin' for the city now
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
And buried
They were wrong
Hip Hop lives
Ain't no reason for you to be all up in my face
When you ain't heard a single song off of the mixtape
Think you better and talking how you gon' take my place
That's a second strike on your record, a mistake
Ain't no reason, your fall from freedom, you won't raise
We gon' bleed em', in every season, it gon' stain
Call it treason the way we leavin' full blown pain
Ain't no cheatin' so start believin' and give thanks
The damage is colossal, make the blood come through your nostrils
From the most addictive substance, in a 94 oz. bottle
They will follow after every tape and every drop we wallow
In the depths of underground hip hop the shit they take influence from
Bitch are you doin sum?! Never thought so never once
Have I saw the people jump, bob they head to whatchu bump
When we gave them what they want when they didn't know it yet
Pass the mixtape like a blunt then light up a cigarette
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
I'm a dead man walkin', now I need a locksmith
Locked out my house and the microphone ought-sit
Now I know the toxic response to rock with
Blocked out my mouth, black bar 'cause I *bleep* this
Let's get it poppin', lean back, Terror Squad
Nah I'm not from the Bronx, biggest L like Lamont
La-da-diddy-daw, not Snoop Doggy Dog
Nana-na not Nelly but I mosh with them all
Givin' you the bronze, son, a call to action
Our conglomerate is toppin' this, don't compliment if talkin' shit
Like Jigga to the God's Son, y'all just distractions
But stay cautious, bitch, no consequence is greater than us arsonists
We'll burn this motherfucker down right now
ASAP as we mobbin' and unload another thousand
You ain't 50, you ain't poppin' and it's shockin' you inspect the dick
Call up Def Jam 'cause I'm fightin' for the city now
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
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Writer(s): Victor Baker
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