The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Your whole style like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch status With this lookin' billboard, you could stop them But I got enough albums to my own top ten
You limited like the spread of You my style off the radio So when you speak you bet I the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick three, Norrises One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to indispicuous Gotcha, on your and knees Ain't it time for some real emcees?
The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova
Uh, we on a hunt When you see me comin', I front, I fight say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about peace To say the least, with a violent It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get me My people don't see that, all hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can help if you exist, huh
I think 'bout time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does to me it matter to you? My crew If it does, you what the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, it like, yeah Let these bitch ass know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of days
Let me tell you, give hip hop a lift And buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth That'll send a message to all 'em sellouts House rapper, your bottom done fell out You even know how I told you I wasn't talkin' you then But I'm about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes through Even St. Louis like you