Take Hiphop Back - Necro, Immortal Technique, Vinnie Paz

Fuck your wifey, run up on you, Hyphy, holding a knifey

You ain’t a soldier, boy, I’m running with Ice-T

Mixed with Vodka, sitting shotgun with the Glock

'Pon cock, taking hip hop back

Shoot up your commercial block, pop, pop, pop

You are not rugged, you should stop rapping Hops

You are not hip hop, you on some faggot shit dancing like a bitch

You sold out Herc and all of that work, wasted for talentless bullshit

Try to challenge this, we could fight G

I rep my shit, head up, dead up

What up?

Get wet up or cut up

Where you wanna meet up to get beat up?

I’m not bigger than the drama don’t get me mixed up

I’ll battle Jigga tomorrow, I got a reputation

For bashing a face in and even when I make my millions

I’ll be down for confrontation

I rap for the kids in buildings with little education

Urban children, herbing you daily’s our occupation

Suburban kids get with it too

But do ya history, know what you’re listening to

Don’t be a drone or I’m dissing you

Rap clones, I piss on you, biters don’t make me smack you holmes

You weak like arthritis, don’t sleep on me like Itis

We’re street fighters and we keep heat right beside us

In case you too pussy for a fair one like Commodus

What up pa?

Why you turn Bourgeois?

You used to be raw, now you a whore

That’s what you call mature?

I’ll stay an immature grown man

Rhyming hardcore for fans, my indie is major

I hustle harder than the brain muscles

Of Master P and Russell combined

Do what it takes, even if I gotta bust you with a nine

Aww shit, I am a nightmare walking

Psychopath talking

The real, hip hop

Aww shit, the science I drop is real heavy

The real, hip hop

Bring it back, come rewind

Yeah, when you see us you better pay homage

I’m on some combat shit like early day Carcass

How you identify a body from they cartilage?

50 deuce, park side killer, blade sharpeners

Philly soundtrack, Abel Ferrerra

I will catch a fucking homicide, lay 'em, whoever

DJ Miz, heat will fucking slay 'em and sever

If you think that either one of us is playing, whatever

(Well fuck you)

Go up in ya face with the open hand pliers

Old school like sneakers hanging from overhead wires

Y’all just getting warmed up, pussy, we set fires

We the hardest rappers that’s living but y’all biters (but y’all biters)

Load up the trunk with the motherfuckin' arsenal

I’m about to spray your fuckin' wig like a barber do

I’m a loose cannon, there’s no telling what I’mma do

Shooting innocent motherfuckers like they was Amadou

Aww shit, I am a nightmare walking

Psychopath talking

The real, hip hop

Aww shit, the science I drop is real heavy

The real, hip hop

Bring it back, come rewind

Immune to Ebola and never got the swine flu

And when you say it like that, it shows a different side of you

Reminding you of the rights that are now denied to you

How elements that compose the sun are inside of you

But you didn’t come here for knowledge and wisdom

America rubs it’s pussy to dead children

Truth, no modesty, no apology, odium

Go home and let the cable TV wash over you

Yo your life’s a microcosm of the world’s problems

But you don’t even have the perspective to try to solve 'em

No compassion, remorse, or any type of future seeing

Government run by people that are barely human beings

Who claim we were brainwashed by hip hop music

But now pop culture propaganda’s how they use it

Crack 'em with the black jack on a Necro track

Snatch your chain and hump the dance floor, I’m taking it back

Bitch

Aww shit, I am a nightmare walking

Psychopath talking

The real, hip hop

Aww shit, the science I drop is real heavy

The real, hip hop

Bring it back, come rewind

Aww shit, I am a nightmare walking

Psychopath talking

The real, hip hop

Aww shit, the science I drop is real heavy

The real, hip hop

Bring it back, come rewind