I Killed Hip Hop 2

(专辑： Limbo - 2012)

Yo, I killed hip hop, rim shot
In my purple flip flops, flex for the burbs
That's my word, I'm Alfred Hitchcock
It ain't the size of your boat, but if you got your shit docked
Then you're probably rapping about your money
Get your wrist watch, tick tock
Maybe if I had it, I would do it, too
But I would rather make that shit that you bang at your funeral
Trashy and unusual, rugged like it's '93
I know you love it, but I love the way you keep reminding me
Finally, this is like a breath of clean air in the ruins of a dynasty
Don't need to be scared
Listen rappers, you complete me, I could never lose you
Your emptiness inspires me entirely, it's voodoo
It's blood inside my diary, my wiring is off
Record labels should've fired me the day I flipped the cross
Now I'm coming for your listeners to open up their minds to what is really going on
Here, let me open up the blinds
(See?) [x3]

Yeah, you're in the same school, new grade level, class is in session
And I hope you brought your grade shuffle,open to today's lesson
I watched these rappers getting fatter while I starved
But I ain't starving no more, darling, I'm just watching my carbs
Everyone locking their cars like that shit'll stop a beast
Your little ass called the jaws of life, you ain't got the teeth
I know you're looking at my scars, it's a hard brew to swallow
But if pain is beauty, I could be a supermodel
Hit the store, scoop a bottle
I don't know how much you noticed, but I'm a little more vicious now
You're licking your wounds while I'm ripping all your stitches out
I'm listening to a different tune, R.I.P. to rappers, we'll be missing you, missing you
I don't really listen to your shit more than twice, all that tryna be creative shit is nice
But I'm surprised to say that I don't really feel it
And plus, I got the feeling that these kids want something with a little more feeling
(Really?) [x3] Yeah, really

Now tell me, can you feel me in your bones?
Am I the spider you see crawling across the ceiling of your home when you're alone
Trying to call yourself an artist, and you mean it
But it's hardest cause you know you ain't as hard as JJ Demon
I got your beating heart inside my hand, look at you all wide-eyed and entranced
I will bring you right back from the dead, so I can say bye-bye again, try again
Dyin's what you wear the suit and tie for
To watch you blow your brains out in a car with suicide doors
Are you alive, whore?
What the fuck you alive for?
Try to survive less and die more, I'm the advisor
Don't fuck with me, you won't-won't be cool, it'll be me, and it won't be you
Little me this on the little league list, you just use rap as a coping tool
Now I don't know what you're hoping to do, I'm an early lead broken in two
I'm doper than dope on the spoon, I'll kill it and open a tomb

I remember when they wouldn't even look at me
Now all the scene girls wanna throw a fuck at me

Really? You won't know you're dead until the walls start peeling
Revealing all of your fears had come true
Did I kill hip hop, or just kill you?
(Hip hop's dead, hip hop's not dead)
Really? You won't know you're dead until the walls start peeling
Revealing all of your fears had come true
Did I kill hip hop, or just kill you?

(Hip hop's dead, hip hop's not dead) [x5]