Kill You All in a Hip Hop Rage

Kill You All in a Hip Hop Rage - Mindless Self Indulgence

Remember back in the day

When muthaf**kas dealt drugs shot glocks rode jeeps had corners on lock

Wrote super d**e rhymes in notebooks

Dropped I'll f**kin' James Brown samples on a hook

Bought dookie gold chains from the Fulton Mall

And didn't give a f**k 'bout rappin' on a pop song

You may hate me for what I say

But don't forget to page me back in the day

Remember back in the day

When rap wasn't gay and muthaf**kas shot at each other all day

If Biggie and Tupac was alive today

They would kill you all in a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

They would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

They would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave

Remember back in the day when you ran from the cops

Wilding out rolling blunts not giving a f**k

Doing business from corner pay phones

Giving shout outs to all your dead homeboys

Incarcerated rappers were all f**king famous

And every ghetto was f**kin' dangerous

Now a moment of silence for some east coast west coast violence

Remember back in the day when rap wasn't sh*t

And every MC was f**king legit

If Easy E was alive today

He would kill you all in a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

He would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

He would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave

If you a rapper and you rap about love

Throw your hands in the air so we can shoot ya

If you a rapper and you rap about clubs

Throw your hands in the air so we can abuse ya

Remember back in the day

When rap wasn't horrible and lyrics were poetry and not f**king awful

If Old Dirty Bastard was alive

Today he would kill you all in a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

He would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

He would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave