Hip Hop Is Dead ☆ Hip Hop Is Dead

There comes a day in your life
when you wanna kick back
Straw hat on the porch
when you old perhaps
Wanna gather your thoughts
have a cold one Brag
to your grandkids
about how life is golden
So I will light a cigar
in the corridor of the crib
Pictures on the wall of
all the things that I did
All the money and fame 8 by 10’s
of the whole Rat Pack
inside of a big frame
Collidin with big names that
could’ve made your career stop
All that and your man is
still here and I’m still hot
Wow I need a moment y’all
See I almost felt a tear drop
When was the last time
you heard a real anthem
Nas the millionaire
the mansion
When was the last time you
heard your boy Nas rhyme
Never on schedule
but always on time
These streets
hold my deepest days
This hood taught me
golden ways
Made me truly this is
what made me
Break me not a thing’s
gonna break me
These streets
hold my deepest days
This hood taught me
golden ways
Made me truly this is
what made me
Break me not a thing’s
gonna break me
I’m that history
I’m that block
I’m that lifestyle
I’m that spot
I’m that kid
by the number spot
That’s my past
that made me hot
Here’s my life long anthem
Can’t forget about you
Can’t forget about
Can’t forget about you
Can’t forget
about the old school
Bam Cas Melle Mel Flash
Rocksteady spinnin on they back
Can’t forget when the
first rap Grammy
went to Jazzy Fresh Prince
Fat Boys broke up
rap hasn’t been the same since
So irregular
how it messed you up
when Mr T became a wrestler
Can’t forget about
Jordan’s retirement
The shot Robert Horry to
win the game in the finals kid
Some things are forever
some things are not
It’s the things we remember
that gave the world shock
They stay in a place in
your mind so snug
Like who the person was with
whom you first make love
When was the last time you
heard a real anthem
Nas the millionaire
the mansion
When was the last time
you heard your boy Nas rhyme
Never on schedule
but always on time
These streets
hold my deepest days
This hood taught me
golden ways
Made me truly
this is what made me
Break me not a
thing’s gonna break me
These streets
hold my deepest days
This hood taught me
golden ways
Made me truly
this is what made me
Break me not a
thing’s gonna break me
I’m not history
I’m that block
I’m that lifestyle
I’m that spot
I’m that kid
by the number spot
That’s my past
that made me hot
Here’s my life long anthem
Can’t forget about you
Can’t forget about you
Can’t forget about you
Unforgettable unsubmittable
I go by N now
Just one syllable
it’s the end cause
the game’s tired
It’s the same vibe
Good Times had right
after James died
That’s why the gangsta
rhymers ain’t inspired
Heinous crimes help
record sales more than
creative lines
And I don’t wanna keep
bringing up the greater times
But I’m a dreamer nostalgic
with the state of mind
The past the past enough of it
aight then But nothing
gives me chills like
Douglas and Tyson
Or Mike when his talk was live
Or when he first did the
moon walk on Motown 25
When was the last time
you heard a real anthem
Nas the millionaire
the mansion
When was the last time you
heard your boy Nas rhyme
Never on schedule
but always on time
These streets
hold my deepest days
This hood taught me
golden ways
Made me truly
this is what made me
Break me not a thing’s
gonna break me
These streets
hold my deepest days
This hood taught me
golden ways
Made me truly
this is what made me
Break me not a thing’s
gonna break me
That’s why darling
it’s incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that
I am unforgettable too