The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, 'em out, clear 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' and you ain't Universal Your whole style sounds like a commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll your status With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could them But I got enough to make my own top ten
You like the spread of traffic You bite my off the radio So when you speak you bet I the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I like three, Norrises One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of your Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to indispicuous Gotcha, on your and knees Ain't it about time for some emcees?
The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova
Uh, we on a hunt you see me comin', I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all peace To say the least, with a violent It ain't no mystery, these rappers get with me My people see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Well, you can if you don't exist, huh
I think it's time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop matter to me Does it matter to you? My If it does, you know the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, pump it like, Let these bitch ass rappers know we in Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS you they at the end of they days
Let me tell you, give hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty send a message back to all 'em sellouts House rapper, your bottom done fell out You even know how I told you I wasn't talkin' about you But I'm talkin' you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one right through Even St. Louis like you