Nas

(feat. Chrisette Michele)
[Intro: Chrisette Michele]
Hip-Hop - it will never die
Hip-Hop - Hip-Hop will never, never die
[Verse 1: Nas]
Ghetto niggaz struttin with nothin but dreams and Queens broke
Mack-10s, you can smell the PCP smoke
Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
Was slippin in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, thats the East Coast, that black ice
Symbolized the rap life
It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The blocks drugs flowin, didnt have your own work
You had to have somebody elses, a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic
Your girls too expensive, she wants shellfish
Red Lobster was poppin, standin on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on my Bally leathers
Now its whatever... hip-hops forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit
My little brother tried to warn em, I was a tornado comin
He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm
And told my pops about it
He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick
Double Trouble, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin leaves, socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff, Lees
I aint work a day in my life
Wipin away eraser of the paper man
Im just tryin to say it right
Big radio, tape slowin down
Lower the lights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze em til they ice cold
In the freezer later, Im starin at the speaker
Sunk in them 808s deeper, cleanin my sneakers
Wit the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water
I let the shoe strings soak in water...
[Chorus is sung over Nas outro]
[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
Live hip-hop live, live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
[Outro: Nas]
Aint got nothin to do wit old school, new school
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, knawsayin?
This came from the gut, from the blood, from the soul
Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Yall take it how you wanna take it
Cause if youre askin - Why is hip-hop dead?
Its a pretty good chance youre the reason it died, man
Its a pretty good chance your lame ass, corny ass, is the reason it died, man
You dont give a fuck about, you dont know nothin about it
You want this paper, be a hustler
You a hustler, you aint a rapper
Get your paper man
YouknowwhatImsayin, but this rap shit is real
Bitch, this shit is real, bitch, ha-ha
[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
Live hip-hop live, (Stay) live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, (Live) stay hip-hop stay (Live)
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
Live hip-hop live, (Stay) live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
[ Hope Lyrics ]