Hip Hop's Dead

Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse Lyrically abstract poetic wax The verbal acrobat iconoclast Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse Lyrically abstract poetic wax The verbal acrobat iconoclast Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring it back Platinum plaques built on ringtone raps No sympathy for the lyrically handicapped Banal bars about bitches and fat stacks Love language more than sluts love silicone Linguist with a penchant for palindromes No waste grab a bar get saw on Or no cab no tuna nut on bacon Carly Rae Jepsen call me maybe It doesn't stop there you're having my babies Genetically implant you with my phallus At least then your kids would have some talent Flo Rida faggot blow my whistle Using corny euphemisms in your singles I'd rather listen to Mr. Feeny Fuck Topanga till she can't stop screaming Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse Lyrically abstract poetic wax The verbal acrobat iconoclast Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse Lyrically abstract poetic wax The verbal acrobat iconoclast My words hit harder than my Dad's sawed off Your softer than Yoda's flaccid cock Tick to the motherfucking tock I'm 27 now time to make it to the top Making good on that P-Diddle promise Drinking Blunts Smoking 40s where it all started Fuck all you dubious douches Risk averse pusillanimous vaginal mucus Nervous with tension boiling to the surface May my jocularity heal the mirthless God give me inspiration for these verses Help navigate me through this fucking circus Wise cracking vag slapping all purpose jokester Slaughter these raps call me Dexter Moser Quotable rhymes yielding sonic boners Like Boss Turt says put em on a poster Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse Lyrically abstract poetic wax The verbal acrobat iconoclast Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse Lyrically abstract poetic wax The verbal acrobat iconoclast Let's take a look back at my Genesis Had a tabula rasa like other kids But I filled my canvas with dark elements Jesus Christ I miss my innocence Oh well give me some Delirium Noel Drown my sorrows while I spin on this carousel Of life depressed cause I'm wise With petabytes of knowledge behind these eyes Slob on my knob like corn on the cob Don't stop till you asphyxiate on my cock You got two eyes I only got one shot Leaving ya face whiter than my IPod Sick and tired of these ABC rappers Neophytes best bow down to the master Fuck checkers D'Angelo said it best The king stay the king in this game of chess Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse Lyrically abstract poetic wax The verbal acrobat iconoclast Hip hop's dead I'm here to bring back Spitting raps filling the void till I collapse Lyrically abstract poetic wax The verbal acrobat iconoclast