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Nas Hip Hop Is Dead (clean) Lyrics
Featuring: Will I Am Lyrics
Songwriters: N/A
Intro: Will.I.Am (& Nas):

Hip Hop; Hip Hop (uh); Is Dead
Hip--Hip Hop (have to flip this track again, y‘all); Hip Hop; Is Dead (uh)
Hip--Hip Hop (uh); Hip--Hip Hop; Is Dead
(NYC, 30 South, West Coast, Midwest, let’s go) Hip--Hip Hop; Hip Hop; Hip Hop

Hook: Nas:

If Hip Hop should die, before I wake
I’ll put an extended clip, and body em, all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
If Hip Hop should die, before I wake
I’ll load an extended clip, and body em, all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ (DJ!)

Bridge: Will.I.Am:

Hip Hop just died this mornin
And she’s Dead, she’s Dead

Verse 1: Nas:

Yeah, people smoke, chill, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man’s mama
Quick fast, trigger fingers, on the llama
Revenge in their eyes, hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise, with villain state of minds
Grindin, hittin, Brazilian dimes, from behind
Grindin, hittin, Brazilian dimes, from behind
(Slowed down) Grindin, hittin, Brazilian dimes, from behind
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it’s sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya, Nas helped grow us up
My face, once graced, promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million, and buildin, I helped build em up
Gave my man, my right, I could have went left
So like my girl, foxy, the kid went deaf
So people, who’s the top ten?
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?

(Hook to Bridge)

Verse 2: Nas:

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
Come through, somethin ill, missin the 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 legitimised crap
Cuz we love to talk on “nasty chickens”
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you can’t blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern, with his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I think they like me, in my white T
You can’t ice me, we here for life B
On my second marriage, Hip Hop’s my first wifey
And for that, we’re not takin it lightly
If Hip Hop should die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie together
All together now

(Hook)

[W.I.A:]
Hip Hop just died this mornin
Hip Hop just died this mornin
Hip Hop just died this mornin
And she’s Dead, she’s Dead

Verse 3: Nas:

(Crowd yelling “Hip Hop” becomes beat)

Everybody sound the same, commercialise the game
Reminiscin, when it wasn’t all business
They forgot 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., we donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables, to MP3’s
From Beat Street, to commercials, on Mickey D’s
From gold cables, to Jacobs
From plain facials, to botox and face lifts
I’m lookin over my shoulder
It’s about, eighty people, from my hood, that showed up
And they came, to show love
Sold out concert, and the doors, are closed shut

(Car tyre screech)
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