[Verse 1]
They tell me hip hop is dead
But frankly, that's not the conclusion in my head
It's steady breathing, waiting for the reason
Cleaning out it's system, then it's back to the beatin'
I'm bumpin' The Chronic from 2001
Puffin' on Chronic labeled Blueberry yum
People always asking, you what's up man?
Why they always buggin' on that little kid justin?
Because radio stations
Should playing genres, commercials are claiming
Aqua vitae, corporate guys
But this is the way I like to philosophize
So if you wit me raise them middle fingers up man
Light a joint let the stereo bump fam
So if you wit me raise them middle fingers up man
Light a joint let the stereo bump fam
[Hook x2]
Put them middle fingers up, get them eyes real low
Juice County, man, Let's Ride Let's Go
Put it all upon the game, and let's get this dough
So put em in the air, man let's let it show
[Verse 2]
Now I've told you da problem, I've got solutions
It might be considered a radical conclusion
Accept this, k** em with the 16's
Ain't no bartender but I'm all about the mixing
Lyrical laryngitis, my voice real sick
And actors like you, just can give real dick
Hip Hop a lady, gotta f** her right
Don't need all the glamour, just gotta be nice
Yeah, I'm a white boy never been scared to said it
Just come prepared to get scared and beheaded
I cut with the mic, I stab with the words
I'm taking over throne in a lack of words
Come up on me,if you notice me
And see if I got the sk**s to flow it free
I'll k** you, your mans, your crew
Cos' that's what a raw rhymer do
[Hook x2]