Hip Hop's Dead

Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back
Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse
Lyrically abstract poetic wax
The verbal acrobat iconoclast
Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back
Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse
Lyrically abstract poetic wax
The verbal acrobat iconoclast

Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring it back
Platinum plaques built on ringtone raps
No sympathy for the lyrically handicapped
Banal bars about bitches and fat stacks
Love language more than sluts love silicone
Linguist with a penchant for palindromes
No waste grab a bar get saw on
Or no cab no tuna nut on bacon
Carly Rae Jepsen call me maybe
It doesn't stop there you're having my babies
Genetically implant you with my phallus
At least then your kids would have some talent
Flo Rida faggot blow my whistle
Using corny euphemisms in your singles
I'd rather listen to Mr. Feeny
Fuck Topanga till she can't stop screaming

Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back
Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse
Lyrically abstract poetic wax
The verbal acrobat iconoclast
Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back
Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse
Lyrically abstract poetic wax
The verbal acrobat iconoclast

My words hit harder than my Dad's sawed off
Your softer than Yoda's flaccid cock
Tick to the motherfucking tock
I'm 27 now time to make it to the top
Making good on that P-Diddle promise
Drinking Blunts Smoking 40s where it all started
Fuck all you dubious douches
Risk averse pusillanimous vaginal mucus
Nervous with tension boiling to the surface
May my jocularity heal the mirthless
God give me inspiration for these verses
Help navigate me through this fucking circus
Wise cracking vag slapping all purpose jokester
Slaughter these raps call me Dexter Moser
Quotable rhymes yielding sonic boners
Like Boss Turt says put em on a poster

Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back
Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse
Lyrically abstract poetic wax
The verbal acrobat iconoclast
Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back
Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse
Lyrically abstract poetic wax
The verbal acrobat iconoclast

Let's take a look back at my Genesis
Had a tabula rasa like other kids
But I filled my canvas with dark elements
Jesus Christ I miss my innocence
Oh well give me some Delirium Noel
Drown my sorrows while I spin on this carousel
Of life depressed cause I'm wise
With petabytes of knowledge behind these eyes
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Don't stop till you asphyxiate on my cock
You got two eyes I only got one shot
Leaving ya face whiter than my IPod
Sick and tired of these ABC rappers
Neophytes best bow down to the master
Fuck checkers D'Angelo said it best
The king stay the king in this game of chess

Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back
Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse
Lyrically abstract poetic wax
The verbal acrobat iconoclast
Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back
Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse
Lyrically abstract poetic wax
The verbal acrobat iconoclast