[Intro]

First of all

I don't know who y'all saw on this stage before me (Alright)

I don't know who y'all are gonna see on this stage after me (True)

But this is real hip-hop

Word up

I'm gonna find out tonight where the real hip-hop

[Chorus]

The real hip hop is over here

The real hip hop is over here

The real hip hop is over here

The real hip hop is over here

[Interlude]

Blaow-blaow, blaow-blaow

Clear 'em out, clear 'em out

Word

Yo, Nelly

[Verse 1]

You ain't for real and you ain't universal

Your whole style sounds like an N'Sync commercial

Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus

Challenging the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status

With this ugly look in the Billboard, you could stop them

But I got enough albums to make my own top ten

You limited, like the speed of traffic

You bite my style off the radio, so when you speak it back, I hear the static

You better Chillout like Chuck, I kick like three Norrises

One of my sixteen-bar rhymes is eight of your choruses

Of course it is ridiculous

Watch out, I be in the club inconspicuous

Got ya on your hands and knees

Ain't it about time for some real emcees?

[Chorus]

The real hip hop is over here

The real hip hop is over here

The real hip hop is over here

The real hip hop is over here

[Verse 2]

We on the hunt tonight

When you see me coming, I don't front, I fight

People say I'm contradictory

'Cause I'm all about peace, to say the least, with a violent history

It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me

My people don't see that all they hear is "Stop hittin' me!

Stop beatin' me, Kris!"

You want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can help if you don't exist

I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers

Fuck these pop rappers, hip-hop does matter to me

Does it matter to you, my crew?

If it does, you know what the hell to do

Throw your guns in the air, pump it like "Yeah"

Let these bitch-ass rappers know we in here

Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off stage

Tell 'em KRS told you they're at the end of they days

Let me tell you, let's give hip-hop a lift

And don't buy Nelly's album on June 25th

That'll send a message back to all them sellouts

House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out

You don't even know how

I told you I wasn't talking about you then, but I'm talking about you now

Blaow, one to the knees, blaow

One goes right through

Even St. Louis don't like you