paroles de chanson Hip-Hop Aint Dead - dueceisamaniac

Once again Hip-Hop ain't dead
I toe tag a rapper that puts lies
In yo head fake designer shoes
An fake designer bag all these
Niggas talking bout is who got
Da swag who got da sauce
You rappers seem lost
Bunch of fags stealing flows
Wit other niggas bars
I hate all of yall nah hates
A strong word i dislike
All of you niggas and you
Can mark words cant wait
To kick da door of these
Crypta hitical whores
Load the clip up one
In the head keep dat one
On go so when i pull it
To they heads on some
Wanted shit kill'em all
Minus myself these whack
Rappers should be back
On the self cant help it
My bloods boiling
Ill keep that to a hush
Let one of these whack rappers
Buldge ill turn'em to slush
So pipe down wit the rara
I aint feeling ya bitch
Yo bars dryer than Sahara
Ya thirsty i think its time
To drink the holy wata
Or call the holy spirit
Lawd forgive me for my sins
Na for I committed one of the
Deadly sins today i killed
Rappers today i aint proud of it
Ha but Hip-Hop needs this
So i wont grieve HaHa
I laugh at you rappers
Claiming that you trapping
No credential to prove you clapping or the heats you packing
Its pretty sad seeing Hip-Hop
From the cuture we lacking
Slacking lets raise the bar up
You got it put yo money up
Yall styles all similar to other
Rappers up there i go exposing
Whats exposed to the brains
Out there out there hoping for
Change and fore growth
When i seen this epidemic
Man i thought it was gross
No originality just keep on
Biting an go damn fuck
Is a... what happen to
Knuck if you buck
When niggas fought
In da club not really
Giving a fuck excuse
My language im just
Tired of these rappers
Make it while the lyricst
Is underground cause
They music is explicit
Man i wont get it
Wont understand it
Til i put them under me
Stand on top of them
Standing til they knees
Buckle and break
Go get a rake an reap

What you sow so im
The grip reaper of
These rappers
Out here selling
They souls im the
One collecting bodies
Using the express toll
Once they pass dat
They soul is no more
Hip-Hop aint dead
I ain't saying it no more
Until then cooling back
Til it time for war