"Well, you got a few choices now. Well, I mean, it can be just a style. Y'know a style of hip hop. Or it could be like a whole movement, y'know what I'm sayin'? Or it could just be a crew."
Hip hop got thrown into a garbage bin
Compromising art for sale
And they're marketing
In the holy land
Rushed to the ER with your entrails in the seat of your car
Possibilities are endless
Hip hop ain't dead
We're here to determine the verdict
Everybody's stylin'
What did the scientist say to the emcee?
'Cause in this day and age we get paid a wage that's come along way since the slave trade
We're the wrong writers
'Cause now I got poetry to sell 'cause I made my girlfriend's ovaries swell
But if you know me well, I don't have phony details
