Let's every body take a moment to consider, get ridda',
The guns in the closet and the fingers off the trigger
Now collaborate, get together and enjoy,
The beat in the air and the lyrics I deploy

The mic is a megaphone Harness the flow.
I lead the beat junkies like riot patrol.
Hip Hop generation, come together.
Stick by my side like a cow to leather.

Here we go here we, together we rock
Wise guys harmonise like barber shop
Wage war with no guns but lyrical after shocks
tick tock tick tock and bang goes the boom box

High on my shoulder, should have told 'ya.
Hold on tight I'm a rhyme exploder.
Lemme see those high tops rock when the beat drops
Collecting the funk with your toes, until your feet rot.

Don't duck for cover just nod your head
Nod your head, nod your head.
Don't throw grenades throw beats instead
beats instead, beats instead.
Don't duck for cover just nod your head
Nod your head, nod your head.
But call for the medic 'cos Hip Hop's dead
Hip hop's dead, Hip hop's dead.

I'm the reviver, giving life with my saliva
When I spit Hip Hop comes back like a survivor
Hip hop lives on the dance floor, ask for
Auto tune's ID and reject his passport

The lords are so electric, they must have been stunned
Because the funky child was born in 1991
I am the prophet and I rock it like hip hop's elders
I'm a true fushnick alkaholik cella dwella

And I polish off with the lord's finesse
Organised Konfusion on a hill in Cypress
Frankenstein's monster made from hip hop's monks
Assembled in the darkness sewn together with the funk.

Screw the bolts in my neck, as I lay on my back
A million volts get me wrecked as I play on the track.
A nation waits as my arms begin to rise.
The crooked silhouette shouts "HIP HOP'S ALIVE"

Don't duck for cover just nod your head
Nod your head, nod your head.
Don't throw grenades throw beats instead
beats instead, beats instead.
Don't duck for cover just nod your head
Nod your head, nod your head.
Hip Hop is killing it, Streets run red
Streets run red, Streets run red.

So follow me, I am the prodigy.
Don't hunt me down with pitch forks, I'm speaking honestly.
You can be the army I'll be the philosophy
Using metaphors to describe my use of similes.

Now that I came back what will you say to me
Where were you when I was lost and Nas was faithfully
Trying to put me back in my place, at least replacing me.
The dark lord has returned, have you been chasing me?

Now I'm back, let's get hip hop on track
I don't care for chasing platinum making stacks
It's all about spreading the word that I'm around,
Make a sound drop hip hop bars on the underground

Make sure ever body knows real Hip Hop at last
'Till your nan drops a beat box, teeth in a glass
Don't rely on others to make hip hop happen
Write your lyrics on the wall, and everybody get clappin'