Hip Hop Is Dead

[Intro: Will.I.Am (Nas)] 
Hip hop 
Hip hop (Ugh!) 
Is dead (Had to flip this track again, y'all!) 
Hip-hip hop 
Hip hop (Ugh!) 
Is dead 
Hip-hip hop (Ugh!) 
Hip-hip hop...is dead (NYC! Dirty South!) 
Hip-hip hop (West Coast!) 
Hip hop (Midwest!) 
Hip hop (Let's go!) 

[Chorus: 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! 

[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, Hennessy and the ganja 
Word to the wise with villain state of minds 
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind 
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind 
(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 billin', I helped blow 'em up 
Gave my man my right, I could have went left 
So like my girl Foxy, the kid went Def/deaf 
So people, who's your top ten? 
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge: Will.I.Am] 
Hip hop just died this mornin' 
And she's dead, she's dead 

[Verse 2: Nas] 
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' 
Come through, something 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 legitimized 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 they like me, in my white tee 
You can't ice me ? we here for life, B! 
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey 
And for that, we not takin' it lightly 
If hip hop should die, we die together 
Bodies in the morgue lie together 
All together now! 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge: Will.I.Am] 
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 

[Beats stops] 

[Crowd chants Hip hop! before and during all of Verse 3] 

[Verse 3: Nas] 
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game 
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business 
It 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 it dies, let me get my last swig of Vodka 
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta! 
[Beats starts up again] 
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