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