The Resurrection Of Hip Hop

you put the U in ugly looking like golem

if he so was a toothless junky with nose like Hopsin

I make this fucking dummy feel like he aint got dick

paper bag where you live's only time you'll have hot shit

why waste my time I'm to advance I'll end him

alright alright I'll give your ass a lesson

class in session grab a pen bitch

in every rhyme I've eye'd you brag you get chicks

damn repetitive shouldn't have to mention

rhyming the same syllable finds you a grade minuscule

my diving in shame is this bro's prime of his dang pinnacle

I find a likin to kill spineless swine that are rhyming shit shrill

my writins violent n real from any side that you eye it if skilled

raw... (get it?)

he's the sneak that'd snitch on his friends I'd rather bleed to death then bring shit tah the feds

your the reason Hip Hop is dead I can see it breath cause I ripped off his head