It's Alive ! - Chill Bump

Here we go now, quit recking my stereo-sound

Spitting rhymes like a merry go round

Talking ‘bout your heavy fo' pound

Your barretta, your cheddar, your megalo style

Fella, quit messing around

Measure yo message yo, merit yo crown

Many clowns making money, many men wanna rap

Every dummy wanna spit it but how many profound?

Mcs are an army of clones

Talking ‘bout their revolvers n' clothes

Baccardi n' hoes, with garbagy flows

Is a beat really that hard to compose?

Hip-hop comes from the heart n' the bones

You can feel it when I’m rockin' my shows

I’m a lyricist, I’mma spit about every bit of it

I’m living it: a real MC already knows !

I keep rockin' til I need oxygen

Peace to all the beat boxers n'

Beat makers, the DJs, the street breakers

N' those that keep watching 'em

Graph writers that paint the city

They spray the walls, they make 'em gritty

Displaying stories that talk to me

In a way that’s witty

Individual vultures are killing the culture

With no heart in the music

You should move if you don’t wanna unify hip-hop

N' be a part of the movement, stupid !

Yeah… You heard what I said

Fuck the rumours this lot spread

I’mma tell every motherfucker listenin'

(Hip-hop is not dead!)

Stop the fuss dog, what’s the problem?

Trust me y’all, the culture ain’t dead it’s just evolvin'

(Hip-Hop is not dead !)

Like Latin, a language dies when it does not move

So let it live, let it mix, let it choose

(Hip-Hop is not dead!)

Suckers debate over who’s so dope n' who’s so not

Hip-hop police suck my you know what!

(Hip-Hop is not dead!)

Don’t be Nostalgic about something that you can keep breathing

That’s a good enough reason…

(It's Alive… !)