歌：Nas
作詞：N.JONES, W.ADAMS, J.LORDAN, D.INGLE
作曲：N.JONES, W.ADAMS, J.LORDAN, D.INGLE
発売：2010-02-05 09:30:03
Hip Hop, Hip Hop... Is Dead
Hip Hop, Hip Hop... Is Dead
If Hip Hop should die before I awake
I put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
If Hip Hop should die before I awake
I put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
Hip Hop just died this morning and she's dead, she's dead...
Yeah people smoke chill party and die on the same corner
Get cast lit fast
Body them man's mama
Quick fast fingers on the llama
Revenge on the eyes
Hennesy and the ganja
Word to the wise reveal their state of minds
Grindin hittin Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin hittin Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin hittin Brazilian dimes from behind
Whenever if ever I roll up it's on up
Any ghetto will tell you Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred millions in billin'
I helped blow them up
Gave my man my right, I could've went left
So like my girl Foxy
The kid went def
So people, who's your top 10
Is it MC Shan
Is it MC Ren
If Hip Hop should die before I awake
I put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
If Hip Hop should die before I awake
I put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin'
Come through something ill
Missing the ceilin'
What influenced my raps stick-ups and killings
Criticized that
Why's that
Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you can't blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Ooh I think they like me in my white tee
You can't ice me
We here for life B
On my second marriage
Hip Hop's my first wifee
And for that we not takin' it lightly
If Hip Hop should die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie together
All together now
If Hip Hop should die before I awake
I put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
If Hip Hop should die before I awake
I put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
Roll to every station
Wreck the deejay
Everybody sounds the same
Commercialized the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't business
If it got where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip Hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man then a monster
If the gods let me get my last swing of vodka
R.I.P. we'd donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From Beatstreet to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacob's
From playing facials to Botox and facelifts
I'm looking over my shoulder
It's about 80 people from my old hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut