Fuck ya wifey, run up on you hyphy, holding a knifey, you ain’t a soldier, boy, I’m riding with Ice-T,
mixed with vodka, sitting shotgun with the glock, pon cock, Taking Hiphop Back, shoot up your commercial block
Pop, pop, pop, you are not, not, rugged, you should stop rapping hops, you are not Hiphop,
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, 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 could 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, ya weak like arthritis, don’t sleep on me like itis,
We’re street fighters and we keep heat right beside us, incase ya 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 Hiphop, Represent, represent!
Aww shit, The science I drop is real heavy, The real Hiphop, 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, Parkside killer, blade sharpness
Philly soundtrack, Abel Ferrera, I will catch a fucking homicide, lay ‘em, whoever
DJ Miz, he will fucking slay ‘em and sever, if you think that either one of us is playing, whatever
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
load up the trunk with the muh’fucking arsenal, I’m about to spray ya fucking wig like a barber do
I’m a loose cannon, there’s no telling what I’m a do, shooting innocent motherfuckers like they was Amadou
aww shit, i am a nightmare walking psychopath stalking, the real hiphop, represent represent
aww shit, the science i drop is real heavy, the real hiphop, 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
Yo, 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 run by people that are barely human beings
Who claim we were brainwashed by Hiphop music, but now Pop culture propaganda’s how they use it,
Crack ‘em with a black jack, on a Necro track, snatch ya chain and hump the dance floor, I’m Taking It Back! Bitch!