Lyrics:
onyx is
Darker thoughts let the beats
Break like a Amish's i'm a stroke of genius
Like Mickalene Thomas is
Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it dude
I
bitch (I can't)
Bird bitch, thick hips, call her Robin Thicke
Your chick, my chick, exact opposite (What)
Now run me every single dollar, not approximate
me take the game by force
I don't care about awardsI
Just hop inside that Porsche
500 horse when I'm sliding thru your ward
hard in the paint like I'm
If I was doing any better, hop out the Carrera
Check yeah, Joao Ayo, look, Mr. Kelly
If I was doing any better I would think it was a set up
If I
Aiyyo, what the fuck is this shit that y'all are listenin to
Nowadays on the radio man? you call that shit hip-hop?
That's some faggot bitch shit
nowadays is diabetes and we eat this shit
Hip hop is essential
We consume it 'cause we need the shit
But don't be greedy, kid
Make sure you reading
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
this shit
Show them hip-hop is mine too, I married it too
I’ve been the best even way before dropping “Volume 2”
“Forever Speeder Volume 3”, it is coming
kill was moonwalking
Holy God, we've done it again
Taking hip-hop back to the good old days
Welcome to Treasure
the beats break like a Amish's
I'm a stroke of genius like Mickalene Thomas is
Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it dude
I am the living definition
The situation remains the same
My flow gonna live foreva like fame
Who said hip hop don't run thru my veins
Gotta confuse me to understand I'm that dude
Pardon me
city ask where hip hops at
I look into my city ask where hip hops at
(x like 8 times)
I sit back looking pretty
Ima hip hop cat
Really think your
known he wasn't gonna
Go to the yard
Man don't let them niggas fool you Cass'
I am hip hop, you talkin' Wild 'N Out
Man battlin' got me this spot
Big
Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll
Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex
I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category
because the kids are having fun and they didn't have the same freedom
Because they didn't take it
They just followed the lines laid down by their parents
couldn't be him I vowed I'd never be him
When my kids look at me they say Dads a Hip Hop Hero
I always stayed Tru in this thing No Lie
When what you say is
heard that Hip Hop needed savin'
So I came with jumper cables
'Bout to get it's beat strong
It's breathe on
'Bout to get it real pumped
CPR
'Bout to get
I'm in the kitchen I ain't washing dishes
Hip Hop I'm here to stay I'm in the house like
Jackie Warren
Bout to rearrange a couple things in this bitch
Music on the Alabama tunes
We got the grimiest
Dirtiest, sickest, hardest, and won't stop
Stay lookin' like some greasers with
The hangout in hip hop
No
to feed your hip hop addiction, the clock is tickin'
And the outcome's not lookin' too optimistic
I'm destroyin' this beat, fuck bein' cautious with it
Or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
But you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
Just a kid from the Kogi but don't play it down
Hip-Hop's saviour I'm coming off the rebound
Back to the basics but rap is the basis
I ain't even here
T
(forever) like the "T" in Terror Squad
We bring the terror hard
If Hip-Hop is a nation
BDP is the national guard
KRS the national god
And I'm like John
we land, beach resort, what you thought?
No one else, top shelf, top notch, I love you like you hip-hop
Keep it on you don't stop, what?
You out
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