Hiphop it will never die
Hiphop hiphop will never, never die

Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke
Mack10's, you can smell the PCP smoke
Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember

We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
Was slippin' in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, that's the East Coast, that black ice
Symbolized the rap life

It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin' the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped

The block's drugs flowin', didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody else's, a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic
Your girl's too expensive, she wants shellfish

Red Lobster was poppin', standin' on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather's
Now it's whatever hiphop's forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BLS

Had a prepubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit
My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin'
He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm
And told my pops about it

He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick
Double Trouble, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin' leaves, socks to my knees

Homemade shorts cutoff, Lee's
I ain't work a day in my life
Wipin' away eraser of the paper man
I'm just tryin' to say it right

Big radio, tape slowin' down
Lower the lights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze 'em 'til they ice cold
In the freezer later, I'm starin' at the speaker

Sunk in them 808's deeper, cleanin' my sneakers
Wit the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water
I let the shoe strings soak in water

Ain't got nothin' to do wit old school, new school
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'?
This came from the gut, from the blood, from the soul

Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y'all take it how you wanna take it

'Cause if you're askin' Why is hiphop dead?
It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died, man
It's a pretty good chance your lame ass, corny ass, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a fuck about it, you don't know nothin' about it

You want this paper, be a hustler
You a hustler, you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
You know what I'm sayin, but this rap shit is real
Bitch, this shit is real, bitch, haha

Give hiphop give
Stay hiphop stay, (live) stay hiphop stay (live)
I pray, hiphop pray, I pray hiphop stays

Live hiphop live, (stay) live hiphop live
Give hiphop give, give hiphop give
Stay hiphop stay, stay hiphop stay
I pray, hiphop pray, I pray hiphop stays

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Chrisette Michele Payne, Leshan Lewis, Nasir Jones