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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!)

The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!)

The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!)

The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!)


Bla Blaow!!! Bla Blaow!!! Cler em out clear 'em out!!! Word!

[Verse 1]

Yo Nelly! You ain't Fo'Reel and you ain't Universal

Your whole style sounds like a NSYNC commercial

Ignoratus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus

Challenge the God of rap is madness

Snatch your status, with this ugly lookin billboard you can't stop them

But I got enough albums to make my own top ten

You limited, like the spread of traffic

You bite my style off the radio so when you speak you bet I hear the static

You better chillout like Chuck, I kick like three Norris's

One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of your choruses

Of course it is ridiculous

Watch out, I begin to curve indispicuous

Gotcha! On your, hands and knees

Ain't it about time for some real emcees?


The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!)

The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!)

The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!)

The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!)

[Verse 2]

(Uh!) Uh! We on the hunt tonight

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

People say I'm contradictin, cause I'm 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, huh

Stop beatin me Chris, you want to help my career Nelly?

Well you can help if you don't exist, huh

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

F***k 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 a*s rappers know we in here

Go to the shows huh, boo 'em off stage

Tell 'em KRS told you they 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 twenty fifth

That'll send a message to all them sellouts

House fag rapper, your bottom done fell out

You dont even know how, I told you

I wasn't talkin about you then, but I'm talkin about you now!

Blaow! one to the kness, blaow one goes right through

Even St. Louis don't lïke you!!!!

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