"If hip hop should die before I awake...."

The earth quakes, Harlem streets shake niggas who can't have will rise up and take
Rollin down the street in a black Jeep, under the seat lies heat
Speedin through stop signs flashin 9s
Hooded jackets look like Jackson Pollick designs and they ain't gonna brake
Riots breakin out in every nation
Cats protest the radio stations....Killin the wack artists who's songs stay in heavy rotation
Dead bodies inside the lobby next to empty Hennessy bottles and fake hair pieces left on tha floor from top models
Peep the watch, check the time zone
Grab a microphone and phone home
Call it the REBIRTH of Empro's curse and release my clones
Then I'll hit up Sway...Put the hit out on every mixtape DJ


Some call it the end...Sayin it's so long fake niggas can pretend
I guess hip hop and Satan made amends and became best friends somewhere in the process
Then the music went from being flawless to lawless
No holds bar
Natives posted in foreign cars at video shoots
Hold tight...Ma your gonna jump for JOY!
I'm about to deploy a decoy
Bring out the parachutes
We goin to war for this music
Put on the black tee's and Timb boots
I'm the last one left
Ready to rock until I'm def
Or reach death
Either or....The game is sewn up
Fake ones shoulda never shown up
Now the whole thing is blown up