Beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6qh57am2oo
*This was written like a month ago, just waiting on JP's verse.
[Chorus] (:16)
If hip hop is dead, then it's being resurrected,
Like Jesus but it's real and you never second guess it.
Stuck in reminescence, we're fucking heaven sent and
Bringing hip hop alive proper like for the benefit of (x2)
[Verse 1: Eedee] (:38)
Hip hop heads all over the fucking world, dawg,
It ain't dead, it's something every little boy and girl saw.
And heard on the worst day, the first day of school,
Kids dressing up like Slim because they think and say it's cool.
Then by the time they get older the whole rhyme thing is over,
Hip hop is outta the game on the bench icing his shoulder.
When that generation grows up, another star blows up,
And the kids of those kids learn new cuss words they show 'em.
It's a whole new style of cycle, it's all wild and kinda
Confusing then holds true - we're prying the mic up.
Trying to psych up a whole world of head bangers,
Head nodders, head cases, head over heels with said dangers.
Who's the next one to blow up, sell a million then relapse,
Speak fast, is it Eedee? Maybe it's JP or D-GAF.
Hate me? You seep trash. Blame me? You seek blasts
I ain't street, I need that feeling you only get from deep raps,
so
[Verse 2: JP] (1:25)
They say music's dead, I guess I'll prove it's aliiive and kickin',
Listen, I've been choosing lines, I'm getting hiiigh off this shit,
Now let my lyrics singe, I'll use my spark to light this wick-stick,
You're gettin' fucked like a hired mistress in a viiiolent district,
Y'all are bunch of Oscars with tragic trash can rappin',
And I'm trackin' all the talkers, damn, can't stop laughin',
You keep trying to floss your teeth and yet you've got no plaque,
Man, y'all the type of dudes who scream "TUPAC'S BAAAACK!"
So how can ***** talk Hip Hop, with songs flaunting their wristwatch?
I'm pissed off, mister, going raw into this box,
Just list the bars bitch, oh wait yo, problem with this, brah?
You must've saw this issue, so I called it, kick rocks,
So how can you run tracks if I just lapped you 5 times though?
That's like a fuckin' fat cunt outrunning Usain Bolt,
You can't keep boastin' shit, crowd's motionin' for you to choke on it
Most men have a dick, but you have a swollen clit with growths on it.
[Verse 3: DGAF] (2:09)
Picture children sitting in the middle of a little room
As they listen, mental vision's of the lyrics in the gloom
Of existing when killing dudes is a given to living through
An assemblance of pitiful choices parents presented you
Then the critics continue to interfere with their cynic views
In the midst of an interview where they instantly ridicule
All the crips with a clip to use in a sense when they feel abused
And the critic would misconstrue this instance as music influenced
They insist that it's in the tunes and it's getting the kids confused
Like the pen is an instrument and it's meant to conflict the youth
But the flip of that is when the rap is different and fills a dude
With the skill and precision due to fulfill any mission you
Ever figured was fictional, every syllable gives them fuel
To resist the urge to get bezerk and end up a criminal
To any fool that says that rap is dead, you're an imbecile
Cause the principle is still infused in kids, where it is pivotal
