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