Look at me starin and think, ain't no comparin, it's sick
I just rip it as soon as I hear the snare and the kick
Drum on the beat, still the one you wouldn't question
How do I do it? I guess I feel a music connection
The blueprint, perfection in rhymes to make you rock your head
Like Nas said, we gettin to where hip hop is dead
It might be, so with my lyrics ima breathe life in
Scribble magic on the paper, call it speed writin
So peace to Pun, Eazy, Dirty, Big, Pac, and L
Tragically, all kings in hip hop that fell
This will in me, cause today it's our responsibility
As ill MCs, there are voids that we gotta fill in each
Area of rap, wipe the wack rappers off the map
Get rid of all the haters who gon stab us in the back
Turn the sound up, bring the rhythm, get to cue-ing the bass in
Hip hop is ours, we can start a new generation