[Intro]

Nothing lasts forever can't deny that everything has its own time

Everything will end

But when so many people rely on something to feel good

Why be in a rush to kill it off

It just doesnt make any sense right

Like why want to get rid of something you know is helping people

Through rough times it just doesnt make sense

[Verse 1]

They say hip hop is dead

No names think they know the game

They talk about us like we're their pets

Because we rap that makes us dead

But hip hop just started

Don't act so fucking retarded

I wanna revive the game but I just started

I won't stop even stop

When shit hits the fan

Like a fucking rotary fan my heads spinning again and again

What's the plan

Just pretend a genre of music can be dead

Run around like its the end

Of the world a dead end

But chop off a raps head two more

Come back in and roast you like

Baby back ribs

On an acid trip

You kill off shit

But people bought and still have it

Writing lyrics on napkins

Might be the next big thing

Kill off rap if you hate it

Said the loser bitch baby

[Verse 2]

We will live on

In our songs

Killing us off is a big loss

Like a tanker that been shot

Leaking out fuel on the spot

An expensive mistake

2 dollars a drop

But think about this thought

Killing off hip hop

Means no more diss tracks

To scare the idiots right off

And the kids who idolize their favorite rappers might be lost

Not want to listen to dead songs

It's funny

Seeing songs from the 1960s who get played on DVD and still get played on the radio silly

It's still sold at the song shop but you wanna get rid of hip hop

What's that about?

You don't like it when we drop

Songs about good shit

Important issues that hold close to our hearts shits timeless like a wallet still holds change the quality won't fucking drop the quality won't change

[Verse 3]

I can say what I want

And im 17

I can rap about drugs

You can rap about lean

Jump over a bridge

Pretty please

Leave hop hip hop alone

Or Be the enemy

What you don't got no energy

The fuck you mean Itty bitty man

You really wanna listen to God's plan

And vibe in a van

Fuck it man drakes good But even your hands get old when you can't stand the cold or stand the heat

Talking slowly isn't rap go learn the abcs

Your flow is plan b and it beats me

But how can you rap about gangs at a slow speed

Don't think you can kill off a god

When all the options are sing along songs

That anyone can verse if they tried

Just set autotune and set it high

Don't even get me started on mumble rap

That's why i wanna outdate it

Maybe look at some better crap

Then lil pump a little wack

Try to roast me back

But I can't respond to that

I'll need to hear it on a transcript to write you back

Cat in the hat got a better track

But he don't rap

So what's better

Actual fucking lyrics

Or delirious critics who decide whats back to the rack and attack the artist on their art style cause the pace

Here take this bear mace for your face dear

Idiot

Do me a favor, spit some bars

And then say it was easy to those fucking retards

You spit crap

You can't rap

Don't diss us

If you can't fight back

You'll miss us without rap

[Outro]

We are one

Stuff doesn't have to go hard to sell cd's

Go fuck with another genre

And leave us be