[Verse 1]
Close the door, hit the floor, can’t take this music anymore.
All that shit you call hip-hop, act like a G but wearin’ red hairs, tight leggins and flip flop.
Chillin’ on Snapchat, filters on, like a Dickhead, time to stop that.
We had enough from the future, a.k.a. Gen Z Culture, bringin’ truth back to the Hoods, original Hip-Hop roots.
[Verse 2]
Check, check, Microphone check, play the Old-school Track, cruisin’ in the Cadillac.
Fuck all the new MC’s, fuck all Gen Z’s, don’t act like a G, y’all will end deep in the sea.
Y’all had your time, spittin’ rhymes, but never shine like us in our prime.
All that we built in Hip-hop, you try to rob, better stop and let old-school back on top.
Don’t call yourself a real MC, all that you see, how I take my shot, spit lines like a Rap god. MIC drop.
[Hook]
Fuck the Fame, stay the same, this Rap shit was always our game.
Weed in the hands, Guns in the pants, we don’t believe in Happy Ends.
We wear an Oversize hoody, shoes are bloody, cause the Boys are in Gangster moody.
Before Hip-Hop is lost, whatever it cost, we bring it back, with the Beats from the West-coast.
[Verse 3]
We were a voice for the streets, hearts on the sheets, announced it with Gangster beats.
“Fuck the Police” first to speak on racism, sparked Black activism, a light for optimism.
Y’all are coloured clowns, talkin’ about Pronouns, can’t you hear how dumb that shit sounds?
New Generation, creatin’ problems for the Nation.
Failed human evolution, devolution seems to be the only solution.
[Bridge]
Gettin’ shot in my hood if you’re rude, better not misunderstand the rules from the hood.
At the end, feel threatened, scared for a second, but I said what had to be said, no sorry for that.
[Hook]
Fuck the Fame, stay the same, this Rap shit was always our game.
Weed in the hands, Guns in the pants, we don’t believe in Happy Ends.
We wear an Oversize hoody, shoes are bloody, cause the Boys are in Gangster moody.
Before Hip-Hop is lost, whatever it cost, we bring it back, with the Beats from the West-coast.
(Before Hip-Hop is lost, whatever it cost, we bring it back, with the Beats from the West-coast.)
