Niggas say that hip-hop is dead

Niggas say that hip-hop is never coming back

Uh-uh, I can't believe that

Hip Hop's my honey, you could send the bee back

Relapse, back to the classics

All these punchline rappers in a pickle - Vlasic

Ornamental flowers, decoration

Talk about they swag like the declaration

Where the independence

I ain't hear about it

Rumor spreader trying to whisper in my ear about it

Run and tell everybody, messenger

No one knows the one position where we messed it up

Testing us... I mean like every day

We're supposed to live

Every word we say

...Every word we say

Twelve step programs, thirty days

And we fall off the path, through the curves we take

Success is measured by the number of the nerves we shake

And we shake a lot -

That's why it's such a disappointment when we fake a lot

Talk about your bricks

Why don't you make a block?

Forward progression is the only way to hater block

The only way to hate a block...

Nigga...

KRS-One:

When you ask me about Hip-Hop...

You're asking a philosopher about something that he believes he is

Hip Hop is an idea. You can't wear Hip-Hop, you can't put it on

You can't buy a can of Hip-Hop, you can't drink a can of something

And suddenly become Hip-Hop

Hip-Hop is an IDEA... Think about this