You know the illest MC that ever did it You know the illest MC that ever did it
Bout to save hip-hop like Ghost did with the wolves on it
I run the game, that's what they call me when I'm spraying raps
Set on bringing back hip-hop, smashing and breaking tracks
To beat the public, say that they're rating tracks
But out of my face and track, nigga, path as we're racing past
I bring a flow that's nothing basic, these most MC's chosen
Suffocated like a hoe that's been sucking on eight dicks at one time
With one line, I can disgust what ya eight did
We're disgusted and tasteless, but we're up at the stage quick
I've got respect for the crusaders I'm stuck in a crate with
But also love for the hatred, although nothing could change this
In this industry, individualism is the key
There's too much symmetry inside the spitting fleet
And it's killing me, spilling profits, come
Watch a thousand heads try to crawl fast like a millipede
Inside of this killer's reach, I grip the mic
And spitting lines come with unbitten lines
You can't flip it dry with kids as hype as this, it isn't right
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here, people, it's right here, people
It's right here, people, it's right here, people
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here, people, it's right here, people
It's right here, people, it's right here, people
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here, people, it's right here, people
You know the illest MC that ever did it
You know the illest MC that ever did it
About to save his cock like Ghost did to Wu-Tang
I do this for the love of the music with nothing to prove
It's up front with a long for the sweet hits
Living in a jungle, the zoo ***'s hard
But I'm struggling through, hope I don't crumble to lose it
Like a couple I knew who did
Gotta move through rather than punch through bricks
So on the double, come do this, let's meet one huge fist
Shouting out hip-hop as we run through rift
And I sound-hit you like a kung-fu kick to the drunk dude's ribs
I'm more consistent than a porn star, not any bitches
Clutching a hit list for the MC's, *** the business
Split profits, kicking the ***, it brings you on it
Philosophic smoker, split for the chronic to lift my knowledge, yeah
I find it funny and kind of exciting
Money ain't why I be writing, trust me I'm broke
I ain't trying to be lying
I hope you choke on those rhymes you been fighting
One of these poets lines consist of fools
Fuse this time, these guys should be silenced
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here people
It's right here people
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here people
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here people
You know the illest MC's that ever did it
You know the illest MC's that ever did it
*** a fake hip-hop like Ghost did the Wu-Gong
Go makers, hip-hop's my life
Undefined saviour, write lines as my life changes
Until I write, taken by time
My rhymes will ignite stages
I used to make time for time wasted
Now I blaze mics at nights and recite pages
Trying to make it this
This my 9 to 5 day shift
*** up to a 90 pay slip
JSA don't pay ***, that's why we move great
To make chips, it's all one gamble
All one ramble of a madman
Sat in his raggedy room, scramble
Packing in zoos, drank two cans of the brew
Mangled, banging these tunes
Brandster, packing a few jams too
So now I move like a maniac with microphones
And bomb you bright and close from the sky
Like I'm flagging drones
Switch it up and leave your wife alone
With rhymes that could strike a pose
Punch you in your face and swipe your clothes
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here people
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here people
People asking where the hip-hop's gone
It's right here people
Those are illest MC's that ever did it
Those are illest MC's that ever did it
About to say hip-hop like Ghost did the Wu-Tang
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