Now before the hook and the beat starts

The boy is book and street smart

The rhyme styles that make Einstein look like a retard

This is not for the weak heart

Don't ever disregard

Hiphop is solar powered it needed the sun to recharge

Like these smart phones that we own, these suckers need bars

They speak hard over the phone or on their Twitter

But we just leave ’em black and blue like negro cops

Face Puffy, " thought I told you that we won't stop"

...Take it back to the days, the elite club

Keep it in rotation, try 'n keep up

Pass it to the left like it’s Beyoncé at a weed spot

My scripture writings seem hard

Never needed a liquor license to put my spirit in these bars

Knees, arms, legs amputated

Somebody take them to the ER, emergency patient

Critical situation, team up with one of my favorites

P.R.O.V.E.R.B, we the greatest except if you mention Ali, right?

...and we hot

Burning on wax like CDR

Taking it back like PVR

Coz clearly we are

Killing it literally

Let it dearly depart

We restart the heart of hip-hop like CPR

Breathe out

Verb I don't mean for you to freak out

But jeez bruh I took a look at the clingy charts

Between their little weak hearts and low CD counts

Prognosis, comatose is.. Aaliyah

I feel you

One in a million

I'm coming to heal you

It's quite a big pun that hot failures try to kill you

Like how they did Pac with the big shots to instill fear

They thought it'd stop but the hip-hop is still here

Ok if you insist but its making people millionaires

It's lookin sick putting spinners on a wheelchair

I do this shit flying [?]

I'm sticking to this marriage

With a horse and carriage

Tours to Paris

More with a passion to give birth to the purest classics

When the metaphors is average

Then the thoughts is tragic and it ends up in a divorce like the Kardashians

(When it comes to the Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries phiasco)