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  • That's what it is, uh huh
    Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man
    Uh, uh
    (Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop,then stand up
    Reminisce when this drop,get amped up
    Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
    Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
    Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
    Hit or miss, then flip-flop,them clam up
    They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
    Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
    (Verse 1)Its mister word renowned with the best verse
    One of the illest the streets,from the east to the west,heard
    Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir"
    A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words
    Some of us love to flow 'til the club close
    And some in love with blow for the love of dough
    In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls
    They extorting the game, exploiting the hood
    Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread
    It's only hot 'cause we ride, spotted cops with feds
    Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead
    That's the word on the block is,"Hip-Hop Is Dead"
    So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping
    Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton
    Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers
    While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden,let's go
    (hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
    Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
    Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
    Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
    Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
    Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
    They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
    Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
    (Verse 2)Me and my dude's the new cool in the game
    That Old-School feel with the New-School slang
    The boomerang with the true duke flame
    Shoot through yo' brain like smoking poom-shoong-pang
    Ghetto galactic, the next level and back s*it
    Something like h****ne, crack, mixed
    The combination of Mike and Lebron, the life of a don
    Yeah, just give the God the mic and it's on
    My brand new vision gives you aneurisms
    My fans'll listen, see my words like its camera's in 'em
    We just anxious to bust like a new fo'-pound
    So, the hood is reacquainted to the New York sound
    Every verse is a mountain of proof, a man of my words
    Even on the curb when I'm out of the booth
    My style's the truth, unlimited amounts to produce
    And my flow still tight when I'm about to get loose,let's go
    (Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
    Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
    Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
    Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
    Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
    Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
    They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
    Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
    (Verse 3)The boogey-down, the buck-town mic flavor
    I'm in yo' hoods like neighbors
    Operation shut down, 0-60 like "later"
    It's rider, up-town, high-top, nike lacer
    In the gut of the beast where they don't dwell
    The gut of the streets but they don't sell
    I still hold mics and stay so real
    my flow tight with mo' sight's than AOL
    I change climates like a plane pilot
    'Cause hurricanes and rain violent
    Crack yo' skull, snatch yo' brain out it
    you out ya' mind if it ain't talent
    And keep it out yo' rhymes if you ain't bought it
    Raps tsunami, the track's behind me
    Cats that try me, the raps too grimey
    I rap a mami in black Armani
    Clap with a body and tap punani
    (Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
    Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
    Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
    Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
    Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
    Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
    They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
    Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
  • [00:00.600]That's what it is, uh huh
    [00:04.000]Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man
    [00:05.800]Uh, uh
    [00:09.820](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop,then stand up
    [00:12.180]Reminisce when this drop,get amped up
    [00:14.950]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
    [00:18.500]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
    [00:20.460]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
    [00:23.410]Hit or miss, then flip-flop,them clam up
    [00:26.260]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
    [00:28.790]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
    [00:31.230](Verse 1)Its mister word renowned with the best verse
    [00:34.060]One of the illest the streets,from the east to the west,heard
    [00:36.790]Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir"
    [00:39.560]A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words
    [00:41.850]Some of us love to flow 'til the club close
    [00:44.230]And some in love with blow for the love of dough
    [00:47.470]In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls
    [00:50.140]They extorting the game, exploiting the hood
    [00:52.410]Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread
    [00:55.550]It's only hot 'cause we ride, spotted cops with feds
    [00:58.210]Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead
    [01:00.970]That's the word on the block is,"Hip-Hop Is Dead"
    [01:03.440]So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping
    [01:06.180]Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton
    [01:08.980]Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers
    [01:11.730]While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden,let's go
    [01:14.940](hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
    [01:17.530]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
    [01:20.550]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
    [01:23.250]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
    [01:26.250]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
    [01:28.780]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
    [01:31.150]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
    [01:34.330]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
    [01:36.850](Verse 2)Me and my dude's the new cool in the game
    [01:39.430]That Old-School feel with the New-School slang
    [01:41.900]The boomerang with the true duke flame
    [01:45.130]Shoot through yo' brain like smoking poom-shoong-pang
    [01:48.200]Ghetto galactic, the next level and back s*it
    [01:51.200]Something like h****ne, crack, mixed
    [01:53.110]The combination of Mike and Lebron, the life of a don
    [01:55.450]Yeah, just give the God the mic and it's on
    [01:58.570]My brand new vision gives you aneurisms
    [02:01.340]My fans'll listen, see my words like its camera's in 'em
    [02:04.500]We just anxious to bust like a new fo'-pound
    [02:06.800]So, the hood is reacquainted to the New York sound
    [02:09.050]Every verse is a mountain of proof, a man of my words
    [02:11.730]Even on the curb when I'm out of the booth
    [02:14.780]My style's the truth, unlimited amounts to produce
    [02:16.920]And my flow still tight when I'm about to get loose,let's go
    [02:20.360](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
    [02:22.890]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
    [02:25.790]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
    [02:28.760]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
    [02:31.600]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
    [02:34.160]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
    [02:36.810]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
    [02:39.510]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
    [02:43.000](Verse 3)The boogey-down, the buck-town mic flavor
    [02:44.800]I'm in yo' hoods like neighbors
    [02:47.110]Operation shut down, 0-60 like "later"
    [02:50.200]It's rider, up-town, high-top, nike lacer
    [02:53.420]In the gut of the beast where they don't dwell
    [02:55.760]The gut of the streets but they don't sell
    [02:58.420]I still hold mics and stay so real
    [03:01.050]my flow tight with mo' sight's than AOL
    [03:03.750]I change climates like a plane pilot
    [03:06.480]'Cause hurricanes and rain violent
    [03:08.750]Crack yo' skull, snatch yo' brain out it
    [03:10.570] you out ya' mind if it ain't talent
    [03:12.280]And keep it out yo' rhymes if you ain't bought it
    [03:14.970]Raps tsunami, the track's behind me
    [03:17.470]Cats that try me, the raps too grimey
    [03:20.310]I rap a mami in black Armani
    [03:22.830]Clap with a body and tap punani
    [03:25.780](Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
    [03:28.450]Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
    [03:31.430]Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
    [03:34.320]Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
    [03:37.040]Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
    [03:39.720]Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
    [03:42.440]They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
    [03:45.070]Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come