Alive and Well

Hip-Hop is alive and well, motherfucker
It ain't that hard to tell
'Cause I excell, and I prevail
I come through the spot and I rock the bells
I'm raising hell, like since the ill
Shop at Paul's boutique, with a righteous kill
Write rhymes in red ink, my life is real
Command any beat my dealer seal
See I'm indigo, rip any flow
With machine gun funk my pen will blow
I bob and weave
I'm dodging jabs
I counter punch
I count the math
And I might whip a nine not a four and a half
Grab the mic, kick a rhyme, throw a wad of cash
Might make it rain
Might pop champagne
Watch the crowd jump around like the house of pain, yeah!

A lot of rappers they claim they real
When the things pop off they chill they chill
A lot of rappers they claim they hard
But see my goons in the streets
They like 'Oh my God!'

Hip-Hop is alive and well, motherfucker
It ain't that
(Hard to tell)
I rock the boat
'Cause I been dope
Since I was posted on the block with the cookies and coke
Razor under my tongue
Sensi in my lungs
Hot as kimchi and wasabi where I'm from
Monster eat they young
I got a thirst for beef
Ain't an MC that wanna see me in the streets
Every source, magazine and rap pages I cop
Every double excel dreams of reachin' the top
I'm cream of the crop
Underground no pop
This is my way of life so the flow don't stop
'Till the casket drops
Ain't no more bills
Tombstone will read 'Awon was ill'
I got mass appeal
I midnight maraude
'Cause ears are hard to earn in the city of God, yeah!

Hip-Hop is alive and well, motherfucker
It ain't that
(Hard to tell)
I'm the epitomy of MC
Give me a bangin' Jeep, fuck your Bentley
Because I want my shit to bump
Rattle trunks and get noise violations
Cruisin' through the city my flow is education
A bomb detonation
My mind is a weapon
When I'm on the grind in the 7-5-7
You rap for a livin', Hip-Hop is my job
And if I fall off I got more base than rob
And it takes two to make a thing go right
And yes baking soda brings back the white, nigga