Hip Hop Is Dead (Instrumental)

Hip hop hip hop is dead
Hip--hip hop hip hop is dead
Hip--hip hop hip--hip hop is dead
Hip--hip hop hip hop hip hop
If hip hop should die before I wake
Ill put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station murder the DJ
Roll to every station murder the DJ
Hip hop just died this mornin
And shes dead shes dead
Yeah niggaz smoke laugh party and die in the same corner
Get cash live fast body their mans mama
Rich a**niggaz is ridinwith three llamas
Revenge in their eyes Hennesy and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of minds
GrindinhittinBrazilian dimes from behind
GrindinhittinBrazilian dimes from behind
（GrindinhittinBrazilian dimes from behind）
Whenever if ever I roll up its sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billinI helped build em up
Gave my ni**a my right I could have gave left
So like my girl Foxy a ni**a went Def
So ni**a whos your top ten
Is it MC Shan Is it MC Ren
Hip hop just died this mornin
And shes dead shes dead
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
Come through something ill missinthe ceilin
What influenced my raps Stick ups and killings
Kidnappings project buildings drug dealings
Criticize that why is that
Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
Cuz we love to talk on a**we gettin
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you cant blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh I they like me--in my white tee
You cant ice me we here for life B
On my second marriage hip hops my first wifey
And for that we not takinit lightly
If hip hop should die we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie together
All together now
Hip hop just died this mornin
Hip hop just died this mornin
Hip hop just died this mornin
And shes dead shes dead
Everybody sound the same commercialize the game
Reminiscinwhen it wasnt all business
If it got where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka
R I P well donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to mp3s
From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey Ds
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
Im lookinover my shoulder
Its about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut