Hip Hop

That's what it is, uh huh
 Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man
 Uh, uh
 (Hook)
 Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
 Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
 Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
 Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
 Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
 Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
 They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
 Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
 (Verse 1)
 Its mister word renowned with the best verse
 One of the illest the streets, from the east to the west, heard
 Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir"
 A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words
 Some of us love to flow 'til the club close
 And some in love with blow for the love of dough
 In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls
 They extorting the game, exploiting the hood
 Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread
 It's only hot 'cause we ride, spotted cops with feds
 Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead
 That's the word on the block is, "Hip-Hop Is Dead"
 So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping
 Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton
 Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers
 While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden, let's go
 (Hook)
 Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
 Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
 Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
 Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
 Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
 Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
 They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
 Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
 (Verse 2)
 Me and my dude's the new cool in the game
 That Old-School feel with the New-School slang
 The boomerang with the true duke flame
 Shoot through yo' brain like smoking poom-shoong-pang
 Ghetto galactic, the next level and back shit
 Something like heroine, crack, mixed
 The combination of Mike and Lebron, the life of a don
 Yeah, just give the God the mic and it's on
 My brand new vision gives you aneurisms
 My fans'll listen, see my words like its camera's in 'em
 We just anxious to bust like a new fo'-pound
 So, the hood is reacquainted to the New York sound
 Every verse is a mountain of proof, a man of my words
 Even on the curb when I'm out of the booth
 My style's the truth, unlimited amounts to produce
 And my flow still tight when I'm about to get loose, let's go
 (Hook)
 Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
 Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
 Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
 Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
 Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
 Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
 They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
 Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
 (Verse 3)
 The boogey-down, the buck-town mic flavor
 I'm in yo' hoods like neighbors
 Operation shut down, 0-60 like "later"
 It's rider, up-town, high-top, nike lacer
 In the gut of the beast where they don't dwell
 The gut of the streets but they don't sell
 I still hold mics and stay so real
 My flow tight with mo' sight's than AOL
 I change climates like a plane pilot
 'Cause hurricanes and rain violent
 Crack yo' skull, snatch yo' brain out it, uou out ya' mind if it ain't talent
 And keep it out yo' rhymes if you ain't bought it
 Raps tsunami, the track's behind me
 Cats that try me, the raps too grimey
 I rap a mami in black Armani
 Clap with a body and tap punani
 (Hook)
 Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
 Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
 Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
 Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
 Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
 Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
 They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
 Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come