Sneakers over telephone wires
Lost the beat that moved them
Hung themselves in the very
Streets that proved them
Cause Hip hop is dead
But it thrives in the dives
In the back alley ways
Where brothers keep it alive
Where we freestyle
Straight off the block
With a swisher in hand
And a hand on our cock
Saying you don't wanna bring it
My flow's straight sick
Every body on your block
Knows that I bring it
It's not just my imagination
Get ready for the conflagration
Rain down fire on your asses
A Brimstone precipitation
We bringing it back
To the roots where it was bred
We keep providing for the game
Makin sure it stays fed
Cause it feeds our soul
Keeps us alive
Freestylin when we meet
To make sure hip hop survives
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