Rap Is Dead

Big is dead, Pac is dead

My music's dead, and y'all just scared

Rap is dead, rock is dead

My music's dead, and y'all just scared

Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick

Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick

Fuck that, next year, they more deader

And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better

Then the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote

And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote

Some music to madness, let the anger kill the pain and the sadness

Fuck the fag shit, keep it Killer with the rap shit

Hard rock when you rock shit, back to the block freestyle pop lock shit

Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit

Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap

Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell

This is no pain, and it's high octane

A bad brain, on Kobain

Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead

My music's dead, and y'all just scared

Rap is dead, rock is dead

My music's dead, and y'all just scared

God damnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter

But really does the subject really matter

Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fuckin' matter

Pass Cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off

And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics (?)

Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying

Make a record, and I'll be glad when

My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube

"Fuck you Killer Mike!" Yeah fuck you too

No this ain't yo mama's music

It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it

Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens

Nightmares comin', crushing ya fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock

Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop

Spit it, venom non-stop

Big is dead, Pac is dead

My music's dead, and y'all just scared

Rap is dead, rock is dead

My music's dead, and y'all just scared

Knew it was a bad day when I woke up

N.W.A.'s gone and Rage broke up

Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've

Rappers on top don't spit like they could've

I pledge allegiance to the hard, core

How I give it to you, hard, raw

Ay, a beautiful site to be seen

There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens

Hangin' onto every word that we spit

Ready to rip, rock, and tear shit

Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man

Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man

There's +Black Sabbath+, I'm smoking in a +Zeppelin+

Pumpin' +Metallica+, hand on my weapon

Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in

Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'

Big is dead, Pac is dead

My music's dead, and y'all just scared

Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead

My music's dead, and y'all just scared

Rap is dead, Killer Mike