Now before the hook and the beat starts
The boy is book and street smart
The rhyme styles that make Einstein look like a retard
This is not for the weak heart
Don't ever disregard
Hiphop is solar powered it needed the sun to recharge

Like these smart phones that we own, these suckers need bars
They speak hard over the phone or on their Twitter
But we just leave ’em black and blue like negro cops
Face Puffy, " thought I told you that we won't stop"

...Take it back to the days, the elite club
Keep it in rotation, try 'n keep up
Pass it to the left like it’s Beyoncé at a weed spot
My scripture writings seem hard
Never needed a liquor license to put my spirit in these bars

Knees, arms, legs amputated
Somebody take them to the ER, emergency patient
Critical situation, team up with one of my favorites
P.R.O.V.E.R.B, we the greatest except if you mention Ali, right?

...and we hot
Burning on wax like CDR
Taking it back like PVR
Coz clearly we are
Killing it literally
Let it dearly depart
We restart the heart of hip-hop like CPR
Breathe out
Verb I don't mean for you to freak out
But jeez bruh I took a look at the clingy charts
Between their little weak hearts and low CD counts
Prognosis, comatose is.. Aaliyah

I feel you
One in a million
I'm coming to heal you
It's quite a big pun that hot failures try to kill you
Like how they did Pac with the big shots to instill fear
They thought it'd stop but the hip-hop is still here

Ok if you insist but its making people millionaires
It's lookin sick putting spinners on a wheelchair
I do this shit flying [?]
I'm sticking to this marriage

With a horse and carriage
Tours to Paris
More with a passion to give birth to the purest classics
When the metaphors is average
Then the thoughts is tragic and it ends up in a divorce like the Kardashians
(When it comes to the Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries phiasco)