The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
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 commercial 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 stop But I got enough albums to my own top ten
You limited like the of traffic You bite my off the radio So when you speak you bet I hear the You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, One of my sixteen bar rhymes is of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to indispicuous Gotcha, on hands and knees Ain't it about for some real emcees?
The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here
Uh, we on a tonight When you see me comin', I front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about To say the least, a violent history It ain't no mystery, these wanna get with me My people don't see that, all hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can if you don't exist, huh
I think it's 'bout time we these pop rappers Fuck pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me Does it matter to My crew If it does, you know what the to do Throw guns in the air, pump it like, yeah Let bitch ass rappers know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of they
Let me tell you, let's give hip hop a And don't buy Nelly's on June twenty fifth That'll send a message back to all 'em House nigga rapper, your bottom done out You don't even how I told you I wasn't about you then But I'm talkin' you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes through Even St. Louis like you