Take Hip Hop Back

Warning! The truly unusual motion picture you are about to see contains many scenes of Graphic Violence. (The real) It is not intended for the faint of heart (Hip hop) nor the young and impressionable Fuck your wifey, run up on you, Hyphy, holding a knifey You ain't a soldier, boy, I'm running with Ice-T Mixed with Vodka, sitting shotgun with the Glock 'Pon cock, taking hip hop back Shoot up your commercial block, pop, pop, pop You are not rugged, you should stop rapping Hops You are not hip hop, you on some faggot shit dancing like a bitch You sold out Herc and all of that work, wasted for talentless bullshit Try to challenge this, we could fight G I rep my shit, head up, dead up What up? Get wet up or cut up Where you wanna meet up to get beat up? I'm not bigger than the drama don't get me mixed up I'll battle Jigga tomorrow, I got a reputation For bashing a face in and even when I make my millions I'll be down for confrontation I rap for the kids in buildings with little education Urban children, herbing you daily's our occupation Suburban kids get with it too But do ya history, know what you're listening to Don't be a drone or I'm dissing you Rap clones, I piss on you, biters don't make me smack you holmes You weak like arthritis, don't sleep on me like Itis We're street fighters and we keep heat right beside us In case you too pussy for a fair one like Commodus What up pa? Why you turn Bourgeois? You used to be raw, now you a whore That's what you call mature? I'll stay an immature grown man Rhyming hardcore for fans, my indie is major I hustle harder than the brain muscles Of Master P and Russell combined Do what it takes, even if I gotta bust you with a nine Aww shit, I am a nightmare walking Psychopath talking The real, hip hop Aww shit, the science I drop is real heavy The real, hip hop Bring it back, come rewind Yeah, when you see us you better pay homage I'm on some combat shit like early day carcass How you identify a body from they cartilage? 50 deuce, park side killer, blade sharpeners Philly soundtrack, Abel Ferrerra I will catch a fucking homicide, lay 'em, whoever DJ Miz, heat will fucking slay 'em and sever If you think that either one of us is playing, whatever (Well fuck you) Go up in ya face with the open hand pliers Old school like sneakers hanging from overhead wires Y'all just getting warmed up, pussy, we set fires We the hardest rappers that's living but y'all biters (but y'all biters) Load up the trunk with the motherfuckin' arsenal I'm about to spray your fuckin' wig like a barber do I'm a loose cannon, there's no telling what I'mma do Shooting innocent motherfuckers like they was Amadou Aww shit, I am a nightmare walking Psychopath talking The real, hip hop Aww shit, the science I drop is real heavy The real, hip hop Bring it back, come rewind Immune to Ebola and never got the swine flu And when you say it like that, it shows a different side of you Reminding you of the rights that are now denied to you How elements that compose the sun are inside of you But you didn't come here for knowledge and wisdom America rubs it's pussy to dead children Truth, no modesty, no apology, odium Go home and let the cable TV watch over you Ya life's a microcosm of the world's problems But you don't even have the perspective to try to solve 'em No compassion, remorse, or any type of future seeing Government being run by people that are barely human beings Who claim we were brainwashed by hip hop music But now pop culture propaganda's how they use it Crack 'em with the black jack on a Necro track Snatch your chain and hump the dance floor, I'm taking it back Bitch Aww shit, I am a nightmare walking Psychopath talking The real, hip hop Aww shit, the science I drop is real heavy The real, hip hop Bring it back, come rewind Aww shit, I am a nightmare walking Psychopath talking The real, hip hop Aww shit, the science I drop is real heavy The real, hip hop Bring it back, come rewind