Hip Hop-Rakim

[00:00.600]That's what it is, uh huh [00:04.000]Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man [00:05.800]Uh, uh [00:09.820](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop,then stand up [00:12.180]Reminisce when this drop,get amped up [00:14.950]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem [00:18.500]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh [00:20.460]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up [00:23.410]Hit or miss, then flip-flop,them clam up [00:26.260]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs [00:28.790]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come [00:31.230](Verse 1)Its mister word renowned with the best verse [00:34.060]One of the illest the streets,from the east to the west,heard [00:36.790]Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir" [00:39.560]A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words [00:41.850]Some of us love to flow 'til the club close [00:44.230]And some in love with blow for the love of dough [00:47.470]In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls [00:50.140]They extorting the game, exploiting the hood [00:52.410]Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread [00:55.550]It's only hot 'cause we ride, spotted cops with feds [00:58.210]Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead [01:00.970]That's the word on the block is,"Hip-Hop Is Dead" [01:03.440]So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping [01:06.180]Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton [01:08.980]Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers [01:11.730]While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden,let's go [01:14.940](hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up [01:17.530]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up [01:20.550]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem [01:23.250]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh [01:26.250]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up [01:28.780]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up [01:31.150]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs [01:34.330]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come [01:36.850](Verse 2)Me and my dude's the new cool in the game [01:39.430]That Old-School feel with the New-School slang [01:41.900]The boomerang with the true duke flame [01:45.130]Shoot through yo' brain like smoking poom-shoong-pang [01:48.200]Ghetto galactic, the next level and back s*it [01:51.200]Something like h****ne, crack, mixed [01:53.110]The combination of Mike and Lebron, the life of a don [01:55.450]Yeah, just give the God the mic and it's on [01:58.570]My brand new vision gives you aneurisms [02:01.340]My fans'll listen, see my words like its camera's in 'em [02:04.500]We just anxious to bust like a new fo'-pound [02:06.800]So, the hood is reacquainted to the New York sound [02:09.050]Every verse is a mountain of proof, a man of my words [02:11.730]Even on the curb when I'm out of the booth [02:14.780]My style's the truth, unlimited amounts to produce [02:16.920]And my flow still tight when I'm about to get loose,let's go [02:20.360](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up [02:22.890]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up [02:25.790]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem [02:28.760]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh [02:31.600]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up [02:34.160]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up [02:36.810]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs [02:39.510]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come [02:43.000](Verse 3)The boogey-down, the buck-town mic flavor [02:44.800]I'm in yo' hoods like neighbors [02:47.110]Operation shut down, 0-60 like "later" [02:50.200]It's rider, up-town, high-top, nike lacer [02:53.420]In the gut of the beast where they don't dwell [02:55.760]The gut of the streets but they don't sell [02:58.420]I still hold mics and stay so real [03:01.050]my flow tight with mo' sight's than AOL [03:03.750]I change climates like a plane pilot [03:06.480]'Cause hurricanes and rain violent [03:08.750]Crack yo' skull, snatch yo' brain out it [03:10.570] you out ya' mind if it ain't talent [03:12.280]And keep it out yo' rhymes if you ain't bought it [03:14.970]Raps tsunami, the track's behind me [03:17.470]Cats that try me, the raps too grimey [03:20.310]I rap a mami in black Armani [03:22.830]Clap with a body and tap punani [03:25.780](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up [03:28.450]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up [03:31.430]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem [03:34.320]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh [03:37.040]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up [03:39.720]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up [03:42.440]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs [03:45.070]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come