Hip-Hop

But raise your hand if you agree hip-hop needs a change

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

When I was young I would've killed for a pair of shell-toe Adidas

When mom asked me why I'd wear them shoes, 'cause Run-D.M.C. is

That's what I loved about it, hip-hop was a state of mind

A different time, a different grind

A tape runs out, you hit rewind

I spent more time at the record shop than at school

Thought I was cool, the first shoes that I bought were like LL Cool

I never knew that hip-hop would grow to be such a passion

Not one day would pass that I was writin' music in class

In a flash I was rappin' myself

If only everyone could feel the relief that I do through music

And learn to use it, seems like nowadays half these cats abuse it

Whatever happened to freestylin' on the block and in the park

And flippin' sixteen bars back and forth 'til it was dark?

Gotta be honest, I miss it

Nowadays these young motherfuckers have got it twisted

They spit shit but they ain't gifted

Originality just drove by homie, you must've missed it

I'm here to take this shit back in an instant, I'm that persistent

Hip-Hop and the way it was (Yeah!)

Nowadays this game wasn't made for us (Yeah!)

Out with the old, in with the new and away we go (Yeah!)

You can hear it through the videos and radio (Yeah!)

I ain't tryin' to downplay it, that's the way it is (Yeah!)

Nowadays this game, it was made for kids (Yeah!)

I ain't pointin' no fingers, I ain't sayin' names (Yeah!)

But raise your hand if you agree hip-hop needs a change

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

I said how about some realness? You busters got a illness

Hella wack but still rich, one hit then came up real quick

You probably sucked the gills, nig, of a label rep to build it

Favors for your meal ticket, I'm 'bout to pull the kill switch

Listen to me, it's over, my dickie say I'm a soldier

All of you niggas are posers, the skinny jeans are bogus

Lookin' like some hoes, must be 'cause I'm off your doja

I'll be rockin' shows, you're slackin', practicin' yoga

Hip-hop's in my blood and I still rep it

I kill records in a millisecond

I will wreck it, throw it up and Bill step it

But nowadays some of these niggas I won't validate

'Cause they salivate over cowards rallyin' for the style of gay

I'm old school but new, but I told you the truth

When I said I flowed you and I made your hoes do the do

And they rolled through the crew, told you toodle-oo

Real hip-hoppers say "get out the way, bitch" like Luda do

Hip-Hop and the way it was (Yeah!)

Nowadays this game wasn't made for us (Yeah!)

Out with the old, in with the new and away we go (Yeah!)

You can hear it through the videos and radio (Yeah!)

I ain't tryin' to downplay it, that's the way it is (Yeah!)

Nowadays this game, it was made for kids (Yeah!)

I ain't pointin' no fingers, I ain't sayin' names (Yeah!)

But raise your hand if you agree hip-hop needs a change

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!