Phoniks - Alive And Well lyrics

[Verse 1: Awon] Hip hop is alive and well, motherf**er It ain't that hard to tell Cause I excel and I prevail I come to the spot and I Rock The Bells I'm Raising Hell, License To Ill Chop a [?] boutique with a Righteous k** Write rhymes with red ink, my life is real Command any beat, my deal is [?] I'm in the go, rip in they flow With Machine Gun Funk my pen will blow I bob and weave, I'm dodging jabs I'm counting the punch, I count the math And I might whip a nine out a four and a half Rap the mic, kick a rhyme, throw a [?] of cash Might make it rain, might pop champagne While the crowd jumps around like the House Of Pain, yeah [Hook: Awon] A lot of rappers they claim they real When the things pop off they chill they chill A lot of rappers they claim they hard But see my goons in the streets they like: "oh my god" A lot of rappers they claim they real When the things pop off they chill they chill A lot of rappers they claim they hard But see my goons in the streets they like: "oh my god" [Verse 2: Awon] Hip hop is alive and well, motherf**er It ain't that *hard to tell* I rock the boat cause I've been dope Since I was posted on the block with the cookies [?] Razor under my tongue, [?] in my lungs Hot as [?] and West Side be where I'm from Master eat their young, I got a thirst for beef Ain't a MC that wanna see me in the streets Every Source Magazine or Rap Pages I cop Every XXL [?] reaching the top I'm cream in the crop, underground no pop This is my way of life so the flow don't stop 'Til the casket drops, ain't no more bills Tombstone will read Awon was ill I got Ma** Appeal, I Midnight Maraude Cause it's Hard To Earn in the city of God, yeah [Hook: Awon] A lot of rappers they claim they real When the things pop off they chill they chill (yeah) A lot of rappers they claim they hard But see my goons in the streets they like: "oh my god" (yeah) A lot of rappers they claim they real When the things pop off they chill they chill (yeah) A lot of rappers they claim they hard But see my goons in the streets they like: "oh my god" [Verse 3: Awon] Hip hop is alive and well, motherf**er It ain't that *hard to tell* I'm the epitome of MC Give me a banging jeep f** your Bentley Because I want my sh** to bump, rattle trunks and get noise violations Cruising through the city my flow is education I bombed at a nation, my mind is a weapon When I'm on the grind in a 757 You rap for a living, hip hop is my chant And if I fall off I got more Base than Rob And It Takes Two to make a thing go right And yes, baking soda brings back the white, n**uh