My Mind on Hip-Hop

(Never before a power so dangerous)
(Never before an enemy so indestructible)
(Nothing on Earth could stop him)
(From human form, to vapor nightmare)

Yeah
Check it, check it
Yeah
Uh
I got it

Yo
I mean I got a lot shit on my shoulders
I got it
I'm so addicted to this work like its a narcotic
I mean want this money
Wanna get paid
I was ten years rapping like you rappers today
Check it
Every time I get a mic in my hand
I break it down to every atom
I'm a building block man
I'm like scientist
Every word is like another universe
My brain put together two parallel dimensions
If I calculate it right, thats another rapper missing
My formula calls for another bad decision
I scratch it off my list and go and make another hit
On my lunch break
I get a pink slip 'cause I stayed late
I burn the whole the building down finally turn around
Write another verse
Title
How the flame look?
I flee the scene, I don't like second hand smoke
I drive around the corner go and park and write a hook
It might sound like
"Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Yeah we never 'gon stop
I ain't worried 'bout a cop
No"
Keep that
Ring ring
My phone just ring ring
My engineer, Shane, just hit me with big things
Put the prendl in drive
Pull up and hit the street
I write at least one verse everyday of the week
I'm a calendar model for you rappers tryna follow
Thats a hard pill to swallow
Go ahead and crack a bottle like

Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
(Hey)
Yeah we never 'gon stop
I ain't worried 'bout a cop
No, homie
I want my money
I want my doe
Don't steal my flow
No
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
(Hey)
Yeah we never 'gon stop
I ain't worried 'bout a drop
No, homie
I want my money
I want my doe
Don't steal my flow

Yo
My cerebellum is detached from my mind frame
My middle finger acting crazy
Fucking everybody lately
Ripped jeans show my knees
So I can knee beats like UFC
Lay it down to the mat
Count it down to one, two, three
Smackdown jabronis with the smack talk
Favorite color blue, so I guess I gotta crip walk
I mean the way Waxie got the beat
I got a feeling
I wanna grab my pen write a rhyme and just kill it
The only set I claim
I bang these rhymes with ease
The breeze
Between her knees
Sweet, like fine wine and cheese
"Oh my gosh, Becky, look at his rhymes"
Shit
Looking at my rhymes
Well you better see my package
Kinda like Mandingo
Being hard is well established
Music turning heads when I bump it loud in traffic
Evergreen flow 'cause my bars forever lasting
They say mo' money mo' problems
At least that problem don't involve needing dollars
I want the money
I work hard to work a suitable amount
But I really wanna have so many suits I can't count
Call an audible
Change the play
Me on the main stage
I won't drop the ball
Coach K know I make plays
Fuck beats like Ray J on camera with Kim K
Turn around put a ring on it like Kanye
Oh yeah I like it
That's word to Beyoncé
I spit so much heat like I'm in the desert
Add a s and I'm eating you n****s like dessert
And this is what it sounds like when you really go to work
Check it

Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
(Hey)
Yeah we never 'gon stop
I ain't worried 'bout a cop
No, homie
I want my money
I want my doe
Don't steal my flow
No
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
(Hey)
Yeah we never 'gon stop
I ain't worried 'bout a drop
No, homie
I want my money
I want my doe
Don't steal my flow
No

Yeah
Check it, check it, check it
No
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Check it, check it
No