Hip Hop

Yo yo yo yo
 Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH
 Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH
 Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH
 Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, fake cats get up outta here
 See whatcha like gimme the mic
 I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight
 Say whatcha like, don't play with me right?
 I ride your chain from day to night
 Head first with a verse
 You see my excerpts got eskimos in igloos sweatin and seek in search
 In self-worth, through the knowledge that all age enter the earth
 Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the fuckin curse
 Spit fire more fire with my nigga Fire
 I backflip blindfolded on a highwire
 Then fall back on my team and dream of lividcism
 I met Noah before the ark and started rhymin with him
 If I wanted to flow with him reactin like a cataclysm
 And shockwavin my rights into the system
 Now set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics
 The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics
 I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate
 No mismatches, no maxin or relaxin
 Toast with the awesome two, break it like your fractions
 Peep the equation, these Pythagorean thereom
 I know the science for the metals and all the plenums
 Until you hate it, young children have been mutilated
 It looks good and some of y'all be desecratin
 Incineratin wastin your state in the outer space
 It's wicked right I hit it right slice doors with a butter knife
 I'm makin moves on the mic like I was dice
 Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH
 Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH
 Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH
 Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here
 Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off
 Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce
 While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov
 Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off
 Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Hasslehoff
 Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force
 Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin
 No need for detonators my shit be mind blowin
 Blind the sights likes of Ihmotep
 Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan
 Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw
 Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong
 Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH
 Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH
 Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH
 Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here