Nas Hip Hop Is Dead (Prod. Will.I.Am) Lyrics

[Will.I.Am]
"Hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip--hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "hip hop"

[Hook 2X - NaS]
If hip hop should die before I awake
I'll put an xtended clip insida ma AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ

[Will.I.Am]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead

[Verse 1 - NaS]
Yeah, n*ggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
Rich a__ n*ggaz is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, hennessy and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of minds
Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
(slowed down) Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million and buildin', I helped blow 'em up
Gave my n*gga my right, I could have gave left
So like my girl Foxy, a n*gga went Def
So n*gga, who's your top ten?
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?

[Hook - 2X]

[Will.I.Am]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead

[Verse 2 - Will.I.Am] ( )= NaS
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'

What influenced my raps? Stick ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why is that?
'cause Nas rap is compared to legitimized c___
('cause we love to talk on a*s we gettin')
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you can't blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh I think they like me--in my white tee
You can't ice me, we here for life B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop should die we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie together
All together now

[Hook - 2X - NaS]

[Will.I.Am]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead

{crowd: "Hip hop!" Becomes Beat}

[Verse 3 - NaS]
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business
They forgot where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man then a mobster
If it dies let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my shoulder
It's about eighty n____z from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut