Hip-Hop Revival

This is Hip-Hop revival
Look at me in the eyeball
We're goin' psycho on the beat
There's no time to details-no
Flip a rhyme as a bottle
We're survivors and this is our Hip-Hop revival
This is Hip-Hop revival
Look at me in the eyeball
We're goin' psycho on the beat
There's no time to details-no
Flip a rhyme as a bottle
We're survivors and this is our Hip-Hop revival
Yeah, the revival is already finished
A ritual to bring Hip-Hop back again in our world
And unfurl him what's happened nowadays
Bitch, we talked Latin too much
And we summoned a fucking demon
He killed us and we're speakin' with
Big Proof, 2Pac and the B.I.G. and- oh fuck I got an idea
Let's make a song together and let's shoot
With our glocks to some goofy bitches
Sluts want to jump on my dick
Echo of shots in my dwelling and I'm yelling
"It's time to dig 'em"
This faggot wants problem again
Now it's better to put the pain away
And let the rage free for this dickhead
Hah, I got to murder him, but the wounds still
On my skin and this pill will heal me
I can't deal my shit, Bill as my shield
Yeah, sometimes I think to what the fuck I say
Like in the previous phrase
This is the cost of being a genius
Somedays I just think I am brainless (I am)
But with this verse, I'm only demonstrating
I am better than you (Bitch)
And your auto-tune you can put it up in your anus
I'm standing tall on my feet
(...) and I against these assholes
Like in a Lyrical Warfare
Bitch stop! (Haha)