March 9th

March 9th
hip hop is dead 

hip hop is dead–dead I tell ya
hip hop used to be two turn tables and a mic,
hear the beat drop and get hype.
zhigga -zhigga -zhigga Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I?m lowering my level
The hard rhymer - where you never been I?m in
You want stylin? - you know it?s time again
D the enemy - tellin you to hear it
They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics

Lyrics
anybody remember when you could read lyrics on the inside of an album
cover?
You can?t do that today? how you gonna quote a mumbling brother

I remember hip hop back when LL would rock bells
before everone sold out to get record sells

When to turn a party out all you had to do was shout:
?Is Brooklyn in the house?

When no one could do it better than the 18th letter

hip hop was just a boom and a bip
back before Puffy started fuckin with it

Give me a beat

I was born son of Byford brother of Al
Bens my momma and Runs my pal
It?s McDaniels not McDonalds
these rhymes are Daryl?s but them burgers are Ronald?s
I ran down my family tree, mother my father, my sister and ?

and then the music stopped

Bye bye Afro-American style
Drove my Impala Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good old homeboys drinking malt liquor and wine saying
saying I remember Scott LaRaock
saying I remember Scott LaRaock

Yet never ever thought to question why?
Who, what, when, where or why?
Well let me explain like instructions to a game
a whole lot of shit has changed

I?m talking about hip hop when Common used to lover her
when Run DMC was tougher than leather
Not Reverend Run, Deacon DMC, and Grand Pastor Jay

I?m talkin addidas and puma not Versace sneakers
milk crates full of wax and big ass speakers

I?m talking Timberland not gator boots
Live shows fuck a video shoot

When they used their minds as nines and pens as mac tens

but you know what

Lottie doddie

Lottie doddie we likes to party
we don?t cause trouble we don?t bother nobody
we don?t allegedly stab people in clubs and beat down record producers

and the music stops again

and they got me singing

Bye bye Afro-American style
Drove my Impala Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good old homeboys drinking malt liquor and wine
saying I remember Freaky Tah
I remember Freaky Tah

Think ?where were you when Tupac got shot?
The second time

Doubts on whether he alive yet and still
They Reminisce Over You ?for real

Cast of Self Destruction and We?re all in the same gang
where are they now?on the next Maury Povich

Hot Boys and Ruff Riders sounded gay back in the day
look at how far hip hop has went
you gotta remember it has? No Limit

Where else can you make an album all about weed
stolen from some tripped up P-Funk steez

and ladies
you know we love sweet lady?
is the ladies in this muthafucka?

ladies?when the hell did yall become bitches?
I remember when the only hoe was Evette, dear Evette
And I still haven?t figured out who the REAL roxanne is yet
now Foxxy Brown and lil Kim tellin yall it?s cool to do three or four
best friends
and yall listen like your daddy?s a trick a
and your mommas aint teach yu nann

all about beats? nothing about the streets
whole new rap world out there even a cannibal couldn?t handle
What we need to do is take it back to the Roots

You know hip hop is a hard knock life when muthafuckas will record anything
I?ll do?anything

You know what?

Yall gone make me loose my mind?up in here ?up in here
Since when did a dog bark become a rap lyric ?roof roof

What yall like this new hip hop crap?
Uh huh? Ok? What?s up? Shut up!!

give me a lil bit of that ooontz ooontz

What happened to hip hop ? huh
I can basically grab a mic and say whatever I want- huh
Men As long as I got a fat beat I?m straight -huh
Ladies as long as I got a fat ass I?m straight -huh

Stop the music

Rip Big Pun

Got me singing

Bye bye Afro-American style
Drove my Impala Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good old homeboys drinking malt liquor and wine
saying there will never be another Frank White
saying I remember when Biggie died

And that was the day I cried

The day that hip hop died