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, clear 'em out, 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' and you ain't Universal Your style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest 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 enough albums to my own top ten
You limited like the of traffic You my style 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 bar rhymes is eight of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve Gotcha, on your hands and Ain't it about time for some emcees?
The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here
Uh, we on a tonight When you see me comin', I front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' I'm all about peace To say the least, with a violent It ain't no mystery, these rappers get with me My people don't see that, all hear 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 these pop rappers these pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me Does it to you? My crew If it does, you what the hell to do Throw your in the air, pump it like, yeah Let these bitch ass rappers know we in Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days
Let me tell you, let's hip hop a lift And don't buy album on June twenty fifth That'll send a back to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, bottom done fell out You don't even how I you I wasn't talkin' about you then But I'm talkin' you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes through Even St. Louis don't you