Who Killed Hip-Hop?

Many men know me as Raider

The MC bustin' raps down on paper

Or shifting keyz on the low but on the major

And if you don't get my flow, you're genna have to go

 

This firearms genna blow it's a chaser, it'll erase ya

Now you're in danger, made a wager on your status

It aint coming up, insert the clip, clock it and let it lick

Beretta spits erratic, empty the clip like a Mac-11

 

Grab your body and stack it in a waste truck

Better luck next time, i conduct the best rhymes

With an evil mind, i redefined crime as the prime

Using bars of kush and barrels of moonshine as i grime

 

War predators of hip-hop we'll kill them all

This aint no mime we work overtime to bring a sign

Like drive-by's and poisoned wine

Infected the industry with acidic mics

 

When they spit they melt as i begin to shine

You wonder why i bring pain?

I see a gain and so people remember the name

RaiderMC the best in the scene