[Verse 1: CJay]

Hello, first and foremost, if your dope

I snort Coke, endure smoke until I have a sore throat

More hardcore than the average guy, that's sort of an alibi

You sharp well i'm the sword of a samurai I

I call your body parts the caucus I walk in darkness

My talk is heartless, Bruce Lee your ass, bitch I'm a martial artist

So since I'm single I met this light skin hoe

Bingo I put my dick where big things go

I sing so, do, re, mi, fa, so, she's Latino

And Dutch, ever since we fucked she walks like a flamingo

Yo I like it extra wet so we fucked on the waterbed

She's almost dead, killing the pussy, somebody call the Feds

My mind is fucked, my rhymes are just ughh

Plus the times are rough and I'd be stuck if I didn't grind enough

I'm just an emcee against a million rappers

Claiming they ill and all that, lacking lyrical contact

Nigga just fall back, no inspiration cuz you all wack

Talking bout racks on every track then you should get a job that

Fits your description, get back to selling drugs if that's the case

Spit at a faster pace, won't hesitate to spit in a rapper's face

Who sell souls in this hell hole

You know you fell for the devil,bet you proud of your self tho

In a society you have to keep it secret, hell no

Or else yo, they will kill whoever and who else knows

That brainwashing us don't help folks

Got these masters whipping uncle toms with Luis Vuitton Velcro

I spit bars, what the fuck I gotta go to jail for?

I'm a professional, prophecy that spells Pro

I spit the best, how could you expect that I'm absurd

After this verse I better be gettin' the respect that I deserve

Take some initiative when I'm spitting to this, see how I be switching it up

Listening I'm twisting and mixing it up Raw like all of the bitches I fucked

Naw I'm playin, I'm sayin' I'm just a man

Thirty miles left of his brain so how can I explain

So check the word play I say in a superb way

I gave birth to Real Hip Hop, say happy birthday

Yeah I'm startin' a genre

It's called Real Hip Hop

And none of these rappers invited

Emcees only

[Bridge: CJay]

Uh so how you feel son? Kill hip hop

So I could resurrect the real one

That Ill one, How you feel son?

Kill Hip Hop

So how you feel son? Kill hip hop

So I could resurrect the real one

That Ill one, How you feel son?

Kill Hip Hop

[Verse 2: CJay]

Hello it's me again, cursin' could be a sin

Middle fingers up like it's virgin pussy to be up in

Rappers are blind cuz they ain't emceeing him

Never equal, ahead of people, the lead is lethal

Said it peaceful, the devil peep through the desert eagle

[Outro: CJay]

There you have it, kill hip hop

Killuminati, bitch ass rappers sell they soul

Shout outs to my nigga Noex... Zen Eleven

Straight emcees... no more pain

We taking over the game

Makaveli reincarnated (laughs)

See I'm takin' over

Ain't no bitch ass nigga gon' stop me(Laughs)

We already know what's goin' on

We steady goin' strong (laughs)

So how you feel son?

Kill Hip Hop....

Hip Hop