Kill You All in a Hip Hop Rage

Remember back in the day
 When muthafuckas dealt drugs, shot glocks, rode jeeps had corners on lock
 Wrote super dope rhymes in notebooks
 Dropped ill fuckin' James Brown samples on a hook
 Bought dookie gold chains from the Fulton Mall and didn't give a fuck 'bout rappin' on a pop song
 You may hate me for what I say but don't forget to page me back in the day
 Remember back in the day
 When rap wasn't gay and muthafuckas shot at each other all day
 If Biggie and Tupac was alive today
 They would kill you all in a hip hop rage
 In a hip hop rage
 They would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
 In a hip hop rage
 They would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave
 Remember back in the day when you ran from the cops
 Wilding out rolling blunts not giving a fuck
 Doing business from corner pay phones
 Giving shout outs to all your dead homeboys
 Incarcerated rappers were all fucking famous and every ghetto was fuckin' dangerous
 Now a moment of silence for some east coast west coast violence
 Remember back in the day when rap wasn't shit and every MC was fucking legit
 If Easy E was alive today he would kill you all in a hip hop rage
 In a hip hop rage
 He would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
 In a hip hop rage
 He would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave
 If you a rapper and you rap about love
 Throw your hands in the air so we can shoot ya
 If you a rapper and you rap about clubs
 Throw your hands in the air so we can abuse ya
 Remember back in the day
 When rap wasn't horrible and lyrics were poetry and not fucking awful
 If Old Dirty Bastard was alive today he would kill you all in a hip hop rage.
 In a hip hop rage
 He would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
 In a hip hop rage
 He would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave