Hip-Hop is Dead Lyrics

I once had a dream that hip-hop was dead

I woke up collected my thoughts took one to the head

Goddamn, what a brother gotta do to make a half a million

Without the FBI catching feelings

Doing something positive, teaching the youth

Word to Nipsey Hussle, he was just that dude

Conspiracy theories, Prodigy to Eazy-E

My man got stuck with a needle, not no HIV

Killing off our memories, taking our heroes

Feeding us this shitty-ass food, left us with zero

What you put in your temple comes out in your action

Lazy man's music and thoughts we lacking

I'ma call Redman cause it's time for some action

I heard the Likwits back on tour, that's fantastic

Too many little me's, little G's, little fleas

Too many bitches, too big for they fucking britches

And I know why you ain't call yourself BIG

Cause you ain't a Punisher or Notorious, you dig

And word to Demo, if I never said I'd do this

Strike me down right where I stand like I'm clueless

Like I'm the doofus, I see you stab me in the back like Judas

I leave you toothless, I run rap like Ruthless

That was just a jab, this here's the knockout

I got a couple kids that'll clean your clock out

I got some straight psychos that'll clear your block out

I'm a gangster and a gentleman, don't let Norwalk out

I was raised in a city where the Glocks would pop out

I got shot at, then I shot the fuck out

Moved somewhere out by the beach, somewhere out of they reach

I had to move my ass out of these streets

Cause you know they just waiting to test you

Church in the hood, motherfuckers out here trying to bless you

Made to order, super soakers, all filled with holy water

Beef come in all kind of sizes, fresh made to order

I flip flows like schizos, always staying lit bro

I'm smooth like a criminal, bouncing in a six-four

What you having fits for?

I'm sitting on the sidelines while I'm coaching shooters how to get they points scored

An asshole by nature, a product of my environment

Son, this world is full of these snakes, leviathans

A born star, I ain't scared of this limelight

My only fear is hearing"WorldStar" from my blind side

Haters always out there wishing for your downfall

But if you don't know where you stand, what you down for

Ya know?

Last couple verses make my point while I'm still breathing

Most of these dudes is straight heathens, all season

One life to lose, not the one that you choose

Whether you win or lose, you're still paying dues

And I'm just a fan of the music, ain't trying to lose it

But most of these rap cats sounding like bullshit

And I don't even have to drop a complicated punchline

These lames is lunch time, I'm punking you in the lunch line

And I know you fools hate me, but you just want to be me

Won't take a loss till you R.I.P. me