Lyric (Who Says) Rock Is Dead
Enter my Delorean time machine
back to the future we go
to explore the rock scene
all the while
my style s McFly
even when I die
big props to L.I.
South Bronx
Bedstuy
Bacdaf*cup
this ain t Onyx
pave the way for Dr. Dre and his Chronic
the Gravediggaz ebonically demonic
Nasty Nas and his supersonic phonic
K-R-S-One Attack
with the Boom Bap
on the scene in Queens with Kool G Rap
LA back in the day
a Hundred Miles And Runnin
forever gunnin with NWA
[Chorus]
Who says rock is dead
are you ready to bang your head
c mon yeah
who says rock is dead
bang your head
enough said
Imagination is the key to be
I let my mind fly free
the second coming of the white emcee
settin forth a prerequisite
I know you re tryin to get with this
amazin caucasian persuasion
always on some next shit
perpetual rhyme delivery
an enigmatic mystery
you know I m fit to be
goin down in history
Biggie Smalls and Tupac we mourn
now behold Jay Slim
another legend is born
Headbangin and slangin as I enter the Wu-Tang
Hoo-Bangin with the Westside Connect gang
Respect is Hard To Earn like my paycheck
Protect Ya Neck
from the blast of the Tek & Steele
Bucktown
Duck Down
just tryin to B-Real like Cypress Hill
with my License To Ill
I Kill At Will
word to Rakim
yo it s Time To Build
[Chorus]
I flow about what I know
in the process try to grow
no I ve never been to the ghetto
and I ll probably never go
the wrath of an intelligent white kid with a mic gripped tight
a lyrical fight ensues
you lose
gave ya brain blacks & blues
knocked ya out
stole ya shoes
hit a spliff and took another sip of the booze
shut yer yapper
I m the cracker rapper that s makin all the rules
refuse and I ll prepare your moms for the bad news
[Bridge]
Some call it a fad
it s a natural evolution of music
a few abuse it
I refuse to lose it
it s part of my heart
it s for the kids
not the music critics to tear it apart
I m calling it the Peter Pan Theory
you can keep that lo-fi throwback crap cause I don t want it near me
and if ya can t hear me/start a band with "t-h-e" and you too can be a flash in the pan … can t forget the Outkast
Goodie Mo-B
the D-O-double-G
so shall I Proceed
to rock the mic like MOP
Run-DMC
a Tribe called Hip-Hop will always run through me
[Chorus]
back to the future we go
to explore the rock scene
all the while
my style s McFly
even when I die
big props to L.I.
South Bronx
Bedstuy
Bacdaf*cup
this ain t Onyx
pave the way for Dr. Dre and his Chronic
the Gravediggaz ebonically demonic
Nasty Nas and his supersonic phonic
K-R-S-One Attack
with the Boom Bap
on the scene in Queens with Kool G Rap
LA back in the day
a Hundred Miles And Runnin
forever gunnin with NWA
[Chorus]
Who says rock is dead
are you ready to bang your head
c mon yeah
who says rock is dead
bang your head
enough said
Imagination is the key to be
I let my mind fly free
the second coming of the white emcee
settin forth a prerequisite
I know you re tryin to get with this
amazin caucasian persuasion
always on some next shit
perpetual rhyme delivery
an enigmatic mystery
you know I m fit to be
goin down in history
Biggie Smalls and Tupac we mourn
now behold Jay Slim
another legend is born
Headbangin and slangin as I enter the Wu-Tang
Hoo-Bangin with the Westside Connect gang
Respect is Hard To Earn like my paycheck
Protect Ya Neck
from the blast of the Tek & Steele
Bucktown
Duck Down
just tryin to B-Real like Cypress Hill
with my License To Ill
I Kill At Will
word to Rakim
yo it s Time To Build
[Chorus]
I flow about what I know
in the process try to grow
no I ve never been to the ghetto
and I ll probably never go
the wrath of an intelligent white kid with a mic gripped tight
a lyrical fight ensues
you lose
gave ya brain blacks & blues
knocked ya out
stole ya shoes
hit a spliff and took another sip of the booze
shut yer yapper
I m the cracker rapper that s makin all the rules
refuse and I ll prepare your moms for the bad news
[Bridge]
Some call it a fad
it s a natural evolution of music
a few abuse it
I refuse to lose it
it s part of my heart
it s for the kids
not the music critics to tear it apart
I m calling it the Peter Pan Theory
you can keep that lo-fi throwback crap cause I don t want it near me
and if ya can t hear me/start a band with "t-h-e" and you too can be a flash in the pan … can t forget the Outkast
Goodie Mo-B
the D-O-double-G
so shall I Proceed
to rock the mic like MOP
Run-DMC
a Tribe called Hip-Hop will always run through me
[Chorus]
