I may be a white boy, but hip hop is in my veins, i bleed for this shit and I remember the name, nas said is hip hop is dead, but i disagree, bring it back back from the grave, like the jesus from the cave, you wont believe

i’m like a swarm comin in from the sky, im like the fuckin needle that poked you in the eye, resurrection, is the best exception, like a zombie with bad intention, i’m killin with no discretion, eye for an eye, leg for a leg, ill cut off your arm and you beat you with an empty keg

i’m hopin, no stoppin, like cap straight bombin, pissin everybody off, i dont give a fuck though, i have plenty hope, bringin hip hop back from the dead, no martyr for this nappy dread, black, white, caucasian, asian, fuck the situation of left over relation, ill bring it back, no matter the color, fuck all the haters, lightning and thunder, on some raiden shit, like a crooked hat, cocked back and sat, on upon your head like a cinna-bon, no rap stacks, blacks and white in a racial run

fuck it, ill take it back, ya dont deserve it, with stupid beef, between em-cees who can’t even rap, ya’ll salty, sweaty and the vodka’s getting heavy, so go home and throw stones at the first man who know none, get up outa here, this is the rebirth of hip hop, resurrect the break stop, the b boy with dread locks, the em-cee with a record player, hit start and dont stop. the can of krylon, over stretched nylons and black over silver with light on