*gives it a listen*
(undistinguishable) remind em of what hip hop used to be
You know, Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G
I'm fresh air to an astronaut
The haves and the have-nots
I spit scenic views from the crack pots
I watch fiends guzzle 40s, gone in 60 seconds
Stepped over by these lying @*% adolescents
So now I hurdle tracks and sprint past competitors
REWRITE YOUR WHOLE 16, I'm the editor
I write rhymes for the rappers that's past they prime
I do this for extra bread like overtime
You see me in the streets, I'm probably by myself
I'm not a product, don't point at me like top shelf
I'm the heir to the throne, homey, Prince Hakeem
Hip hop's own Dr. King, this my dream
I rap for listeners with hip hop intelligence
Appreciate the finer rhymes of life
You're irrelevant
Hook:
1,2 This is hip hop
3,4 This is hip hop
Turntables, headphones, microphone, check
You can play now, but I got next
x2
That's where I stopped.
What's up with the sleigh bells, nursery rhyme beat and tripled layered lyrics?
You sound iffy on your presence like you're about to cry in the booth. Did the song make you sad?