(Talking)
A yo, it seems they forgot, what hip hop really is. That it aint no quick money maker, and that hip hop is style, hip hop is culture... hip hop is life. And once i'm here, aint no turnin' it back to what it was. We got a premium blend, so come on ya'll, lets go... Lets get this motha fucka right!
Verse 1:
Hip Hop... its the summit-of-culture/
Shits runnin', but who run-it-are-vultures/
Thats it... ya'll done crossed-the-line/
Aint no talent now, ya'll done lost-ya-mind!/
Fake pimps, and punk ass thugs/
Iced out bitches, fallin' in love/
No doubt, no ones raw-anymore/
So go ahead and get your jaw-off-the-floor/
i'm callin'-the-score...Equipped-with-the-right-sound/
No bark... I'm quick-with-the-bite-now/
I admit, the biz is so-so.../
But the talent is so-low!(solo)/
Like me... so likely, i might-be/
A bit ahead of the game, right-g?/
Cynik's back, why? Cause i'm needed-again/
And this time with a premium-blend!...
Encore 2x:
Hip Hop, this is where we stand/
Mic in our face, pen in our hand/
Balls to the walls, we're makin' the shit-drop/
And we do it all for hip-hop...
