Non Stop - This Is Hip Hop lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] When I say "Tech", you say "N9ne!" Tech (N9ne!), Tech (N9ne!) [Hook] (2X) This is hip-hop It's country, jazz and R&B and it's pop It's rock and roll and yeah never will it stop So ain't no way you stoppin' this hip-hop, hip-hop This is hip-hop [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] What is livin' on 904 Michigan? What is havin' roaches and trouble findin' more dividends? Dyin' a poor citizen What is bars in the door to seal us in War k** us men, tryin' for your kid again What is savin' your pay to go stay in a available place In the way cause you ain't paying no janx when the Yate makes a way to rotate What is weight in your safe? So we can stay in your race Lay 'em on tape invading your state with this pain in your face What is the door slam? They ain't with the program The business give a damn, you go HAM, you giving them more stamina What is having a manager bookin' many shows to go jam? What is at the bottom? They don't really gotta What is in a column without another who stopped him Dropped him, popped on top of him, what is summer, spring and autumn? What is dope and to the top and shot him what is poverty? What is acknowledging a prodigy? What is the dichotomy of this good and bad anthology? What is lads that follow the sad path Sickology? What is livin' life low, then livin' like you hit the lottery [Hook] (2X) [Interlude: Tech N9ne] When I first heard the beat, it gave me the vision that if the Mayan calender was correct and in 2012 the world was actually destroyed When a new civilization forms and they get to diggin' they find this And this will be a perfect way to start off the new hip-hop culture You know what I'm sayin'? We're two murderers lyrically You know what I'm sayin'? It'd be crazy Strange, baby! [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] What is gettin' off the X and writin' an album? What is being put in the middle like Malcolm? Sicker than Synchondrosis I eat Carrion, I got body parts in my Carry-On That's when the party starts, n***a, I'm very hung Been rippin' up n***as since I was very young Scary-lookin' motherf**er, ready to k** your daddy's mom Ready to eat that meat with a meat cleaver I creep in the streets and defeat these Eat these n***as up hot sh**tin' out their feces Put a knife in their nieces At least he's younger, hunger, dinner He sees thunder, one nut in her He sees baby, doctor visit He spills rabies in his lyrics Put her in the back with the flat tire, I'm fire 'till I retire I tie her up and then fry her up and then give her to the higher up Tech N9ne intertwine, get out the wine This is my kind of hip-hop [Hook] (2X) [Outro (Reversed): Tech N9ne] To all my youngsters out there listening to this: Find some sort of education or understanding of life and how it was And then try to find out how you can continue to grow this thing And better this thing and take this thing to higher heights with More knowledge and more conviction to preserve this thing called hip-hop!