[00:00.600]That's what it is, uh huh
[00:04.000]Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man
[00:05.800]Uh, uh
[00:09.820](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop,then stand up
[00:12.180]Reminisce when this drop,get amped up
[00:14.950]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
[00:18.500]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
[00:20.460]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
[00:23.410]Hit or miss, then flip-flop,them clam up
[00:26.260]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
[00:28.790]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
[00:31.230](Verse 1)Its mister word renowned with the best verse
[00:34.060]One of the illest the streets,from the east to the west,heard
[00:36.790]Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir"
[00:39.560]A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words
[00:41.850]Some of us love to flow 'til the club close
[00:44.230]And some in love with blow for the love of dough
[00:47.470]In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls
[00:50.140]They extorting the game, exploiting the hood
[00:52.410]Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread
[00:55.550]It's only hot 'cause we ride, spotted cops with feds
[00:58.210]Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead
[01:00.970]That's the word on the block is,"Hip-Hop Is Dead"
[01:03.440]So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping
[01:06.180]Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton
[01:08.980]Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers
[01:11.730]While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden,let's go
[01:14.940](hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
[01:17.530]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
[01:20.550]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
[01:23.250]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
[01:26.250]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
[01:28.780]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
[01:31.150]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
[01:34.330]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
[01:36.850](Verse 2)Me and my dude's the new cool in the game
[01:39.430]That Old-School feel with the New-School slang
[01:41.900]The boomerang with the true duke flame
[01:45.130]Shoot through yo' brain like smoking poom-shoong-pang
[01:48.200]Ghetto galactic, the next level and back shit
[01:51.200]Something like heroine, crack, mixed
[01:53.110]The combination of Mike and Lebron, the life of a don
[01:55.450]Yeah, just give the God the mic and it's on
[01:58.570]My brand new vision gives you aneurisms
[02:01.340]My fans'll listen, see my words like its camera's in 'em
[02:04.500]We just anxious to bust like a new fo'-pound
[02:06.800]So, the hood is reacquainted to the New York sound
[02:09.050]Every verse is a mountain of proof, a man of my words
[02:11.730]Even on the curb when I'm out of the booth
[02:14.780]My style's the truth, unlimited amounts to produce
[02:16.920]And my flow still tight when I'm about to get loose,let's go
[02:20.360](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
[02:22.890]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
[02:25.790]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
[02:28.760]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
[02:31.600]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
[02:34.160]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
[02:36.810]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
[02:39.510]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
[02:43.000](Verse 3)The boogey-down, the buck-town mic flavor
[02:44.800]I'm in yo' hoods like neighbors
[02:47.110]Operation shut down, 0-60 like "later"
[02:50.200]It's rider, up-town, high-top, nike lacer
[02:53.420]In the gut of the beast where they don't dwell
[02:55.760]The gut of the streets but they don't sell
[02:58.420]I still hold mics and stay so real
[03:01.050]my flow tight with mo' sight's than AOL
[03:03.750]I change climates like a plane pilot
[03:06.480]'Cause hurricanes and rain violent
[03:08.750]Crack yo' skull, snatch yo' brain out it
[03:10.570] you out ya' mind if it ain't talent
[03:12.280]And keep it out yo' rhymes if you ain't bought it
[03:14.970]Raps tsunami, the track's behind me
[03:17.470]Cats that try me, the raps too grimey
[03:20.310]I rap a mami in black Armani
[03:22.830]Clap with a body and tap punani
[03:25.780](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
[03:28.450]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
[03:31.430]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
[03:34.320]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
[03:37.040]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
[03:39.720]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
[03:42.440]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
[03:45.070]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come