Jerry Lordan - Hip Hop Is Dead (Explicit Version) lyrics

Intro: Hip hop, hip hop.. is dead Hip, hip hop, hip hop.. is dead Hip, hip hop, hip, hip hop is dead Hip, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Hook [2X]: If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ (Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead) Verse 1: Yeah, n***as smoke, laugh, party and die in the same corner Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama Rich a** n***as is ridin' with three llamas Revenge in their eyes, Hennessy and the ganja Word to the wise, with villain state of minds Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind (Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind) Whenever if ever I roll up it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya, "Nas helped grow us up" My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped blow 'em up Gave my n***a my right, I could've gave left So like my girl Foxy, a n***a went deaf So n***a, who's your top 10? Is it MC Shan, is it MC Ren? Hook [2X]: If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ (Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead) Verse 2: The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Come through something ill, missin' the ceiling What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and k**ings Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings Criticize that, why's that? 'Cause Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cause we love to talk on a** we gettin' Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh, I think they like me, in my white T You can't ice me, we here for life B On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey And for that we're not taking it lightly If hip hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together, all together now Hook [2X]: If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ (Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead) Verse 3: Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business It forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man, then a mobster If it dies, let me get my last swig of vodka RIP, we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm looking over my shoulder It's about 80 n***as from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut