(Who Says) Rock Is Dead?

Enter my Delorean time machine
 Back to the future we go
 To explore the rock scene
 All the while
 My style's McFly
 Even when I die
 Big props to L.I.
 South Bronx
 Bedstuy
 Bacdaf*cup
 This ain't Onyx
 Pave the way for Dr. Dre and his Chronic
 The Gravediggaz ebonically demonic
 Nasty Nas and his supersonic phonic
 K-R-S-One Attack
 With the Boom Bap
 On the scene in Queens with Kool G Rap
 LA back in the day
 A Hundred Miles And Runnin
 Forever gunnin with NWA
 Who says rock is dead
 Are you ready to bang your head
 C'mon yeah
 Who says rock is dead
 Bang your head
 Enough said
 C'mon yeah
 Who says rock is dead
 Are you ready to bang your head
 C'mon yeah
 Who says rock is dead
 Imagination is the key to be
 I let my mind fly free
 The second coming of the white emcee
 Settin forth a prerequisite
 I know you're tryin to get with this
 Amazin caucasian persuasion
 Always on some next shit
 Perpetual rhyme delivery
 An enigmatic mystery
 You know I'm fit to be
 Goin down in history
 Biggie Smalls and Tupac we mourn
 Now behold Jay Slim
 Another legend is born
 Headbangin and slangin as I enter the Wu-Tang
 Hoo-Bangin with the Westside Connect gang
 Respect is Hard To Earn like my paycheck
 Protect Ya Neck
 From the blast of the Tek & Steele
 Bucktown
 Duck Down
 Just tryin to B-Real like Cypress Hill
 With my License To Ill
 I Kill At Will
 Word to Rakim
 Yo it's Time To Build
 Who says rock is dead
 Are you ready to bang your head
 C'mon yeah
 Who says rock is dead
 Who says rock is dead
 Are you ready to bang your head
 C'mon yeah
 Who says rock is dead
 I flow about what I know
 In the process try to grow
 No I've never been to the ghetto
 And I'll probably never go
 The wrath of an intelligent white kid with a mic gripped tight
 A lyrical fight ensues
 You lose
 Gave ya brain blacks & blues
 Knocked ya out
 Stole ya shoes
 Hit a spliff and took another sip of the booze
 Shut yer yapper
 I'm the cracker rapper that's makin all the rules
 Refuse and I'll prepare your moms for the bad news
 Some call it a fad
 It's a natural evolution of music
 A few abuse it
 I refuse to lose it
 It's part of my heart
 It's for the kids
 Not the music critics to tear it apart
 I'm calling it the Peter Pan Theory
 You can keep that lo-fi throwback crap 'cause I don't want it near me
 And if ya can't hear me start a band with "t-h-e" and you too can be a flash in the pan can't forget the Outkast
 Goodie Mo-B
 The D-O-double-G
 So shall I Proceed
 To rock the mic like MOP
 Run-DMC
 A Tribe called Hip-Hop will always run through me
 Who says rock is dead
 Are you ready to bang your head
 C'mon yeah
 Who says rock is dead
 C'mon yeah
 Who says rock is dead
 Are you ready to bang your head
 C'mon yeah
 Who says rock is dead