The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, 'em out, clear 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' and you ain't Universal whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the with the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch status With this ugly billboard, you could stop them But I got enough albums to my own top ten
You limited like the spread of 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 is eight of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to indispicuous Gotcha, on hands and knees it about time for some real emcees?
The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova
Uh, we on a tonight When you see me comin', I don't front, I People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about To say the least, a violent history It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get me My people don't see that, all they is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Well, you can if you don't exist, huh
I think it's 'bout time we stop pop rappers Fuck pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me Does it matter to My crew If it does, you what the hell to do Throw guns in the air, pump it like, yeah Let these bitch ass rappers we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of days
Let me tell you, let's give hip hop a And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty That'll send a message to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your bottom done out You don't even how I told you I wasn't talkin' about you But I'm about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes through Even St. don't like you