I am hip hop

VERSE 1 - Dblock Rims
Ah!
I'm the last of a dying breed
Real no counterfeit
I breath air and spit out fire like a dragon's heat
Talk is cheap I spar when I spit these bars
This ain't about money, bling bling, swagg, sex or fancy cars
Who said I wouldn't make it?
Who said if Biggie and Pac dropped the mic I wouldn't take it?
Me losing? God forsake it
I was built for these stages, drums, mics and crazy ladies
I bring back the eighties
I'm G-Class, no Mercedes
I'm sorry mama but I had to choose this route
I call it success when I save a soul in the crowd
It ain't my fault that these words keep dropping out my mouth
This is my life not my career, my family ain't proud
I'm the shit, I think mama dropped me off her other hole
These faggots can't touch me, I see no testicles
I'm tired of these mumble rappers
Weak lines and nursery blabbers
Shout out to my real MC's, producers, B-boys and barbers
So classy in Class 6, I dreamt of dropping Classics
Now I rule the kingdom, you could call me a fascist
Back then my man told me I was the best but that's just his-story
It's no mis-story that I finally fucked pretty Victory
If I shoot one clip, you'll die before you hear the sound
Someone's gon' be playing this, even when I'm in the ground
I drop the bomb, your ear Nagasaki
Ratatata Kamikaze
I am hip hop, to my real spitter, W'sup?

HOOK- NAT
I was born into Hip hop
Raised by Hip Hop
Tara, ca coule dans mes veines
Je suis the roi dans mon game - 4 *

VERSE 2 - NAT
Time wey man be deh lewa for premiere
Je suis tombé amoureux d'elle the first day
Hip Hop got my heart beat
Hip hop is my heart beat
Hip hop got my heart beatin' beatin' beatin'
Now I'm all grown up
Yet I can't stop
This feeling runs deep I can't quit no, no, no, no
DBLOCK RIMS
I am hip hop the dope verses and the tide hooks
No dissing, but your boy pissin' on these shook crooks
Nobody's perfect, my name is nobody
You wan't beef? I'm the butcher Kimbo Slice your body
You're not a problem to solve, you're class 6 maths
Devide and subtract y'all niggers like interns on lap rats
These rappers wack, sing songs that all sound the same
I'm the truth cashier to the game, I bring change, stock exchange
I'm hip hop, you're pussier than Makoun's lunch
Thiz my sport,the booth my ring, all I gotta do is punch
I'm not them, my eyes so close, I don't see the point of compairing
Come-pair-in-a-ring like mixed martial artists
I don't get mad, I'm up-set, early, ready for the next risk
I score three, conjure doves from my hat, hat-tricks
Hell yeah I'm not the best but you respect my art
Yours trully hip hop, from the bottom of my heart

Hook


OUT THROW

Tara, ca coule dans mes veines
Yeah yeah
Tara, ca coule dans mes veines
Tara, ca coule dans mes veines

Number one in the game
Tara, ca coule dans mes veines
Tara, ca coule dans mes veines
Tara, ca coule dans mes veines

Number one in the game

NATIEEEEE yeah

BOZEUR hahahahahaha EKIE!

Yeah mayne, we just in the hood, mayne, we chillin'
That's, that's what hip hop's all about, K'namean?
Yeah
One
YUP
Eiy Eiy Eiy gars, ca viens du Cameroun eh! C'est Camair, tres grave

Word!