Hello

[Verse 1: CJay]
Hello, first and foremost, if your dope
I snort Coke, endure smoke until I have a sore throat
More hardcore than the average guy, that's sort of an alibi
You sharp well i'm the sword of a samurai I
I call your body parts the caucus I walk in darkness
My talk is heartless, Bruce Lee your ass, bitch I'm a martial artist
So since I'm single I met this light skin hoe
Bingo I put my dick where big things go
I sing so, do, re, mi, fa, so, she's Latino
And Dutch, ever since we fucked she walks like a flamingo
Yo I like it extra wet so we fucked on the waterbed
She's almost dead, killing the pussy, somebody call the Feds
My mind is fucked, my rhymes are just ughh
Plus the times are rough and I'd be stuck if I didn't grind enough
I'm just an emcee against a million rappers
Claiming they ill and all that, lacking lyrical contact
Nigga just fall back, no inspiration cuz you all wack
Talking bout racks on every track then you should get a job that
Fits your description, get back to selling drugs if that's the case
Spit at a faster pace, won't hesitate to spit in a rapper's face
Who sell souls in this hell hole
You know you fell for the devil,bet you proud of your self tho
In a society you have to keep it secret, hell no
Or else yo, they will kill whoever and who else knows
That brainwashing us don't help folks
Got these masters whipping uncle toms with Luis Vuitton Velcro
I spit bars, what the fuck I gotta go to jail for?
I'm a professional, prophecy that spells Pro
I spit the best, how could you expect that I'm absurd
After this verse I better be gettin' the respect that I deserve
Take some initiative when I'm spitting to this, see how I be switching it up
Listening I'm twisting and mixing it up Raw like all of the bitches I fucked
Naw I'm playin, I'm sayin' I'm just a man
Thirty miles left of his brain so how can I explain
So check the word play I say in a superb way
I gave birth to Real Hip Hop, say happy birthday

Yeah I'm startin' a genre
It's called Real Hip Hop
And none of these rappers invited
Emcees only

[Bridge: CJay]
Uh so how you feel son? Kill hip hop
So I could resurrect the real one
That Ill one, How you feel son?
Kill Hip Hop
So how you feel son? Kill hip hop
So I could resurrect the real one
That Ill one, How you feel son?
Kill Hip Hop

[Verse 2: CJay]
Hello it's me again, cursin' could be a sin
Middle fingers up like it's virgin pussy to be up in
Rappers are blind cuz they ain't emceeing him
Never equal, ahead of people, the lead is lethal
Said it peaceful, the devil peep through the desert eagle

[Outro: CJay]
There you have it, kill hip hop
Killuminati, bitch ass rappers sell they soul
Shout outs to my nigga Noex... Zen Eleven
Straight emcees... no more pain
We taking over the game
Makaveli reincarnated (laughs)
See I'm takin' over
Ain't no bitch ass nigga gon' stop me(Laughs)
We already know what's goin' on
We steady goin' strong (laughs)
So how you feel son?
Kill Hip Hop....
Hip Hop