[Intro] Yeah, I like that. You know what this sound like? It sounds like the Bible if it had a soundtrack. Church. [Verse One] Forgive me if I nod off snorin' But hip hop right now is f**in' borin' Since The Miseducation I've been missin' Lauryn For yo information you should stop performin' And even think about f**in' tourin' It should be a crime how these rappers rhyme when they recordin' Get the d**h penalty b**h, no call from the warden No stay execution, electrocution I'm warnin' It's been night too long, it's time for the mornin' See, life goes on so enough with the mournin' Yeah, I miss Pac and I miss Big But that don't mean that I should bite they sh** If y'all not f*gs why y'all ridin' they dicks [Chorus] Cause it's west coast b**h, bustas, hustlas, hoes Pimps, playas, gangstas, know Bishop Lamont, war dogs, let's go It's a brand new movement now All that west, is no more now It's been burned down to the ground No more masquerade Time to rearrange the game All these rappers sound the same Hooks and beats are just so lame It's the last crusade [Verse Two] Yeah, these rap n***as actin' like these basketball n***as Ain't concerned with the game, just the ball figures You ain't Larry, you ain't Magic, you ain't Jordan b**h You ain't Run, you ain't Kane, you ain't Slick Rick Your album ain't a cla**ic cause it got a few hits Or got crazy spins and you got rich Allow me and I'll enlighten you stupid pricks I'm real, I bypa** the collar tricks I don't know who's the bigger f**in' fool The consumer or the dude that they listenin' to The dude for tellin' that lie or believin' it's true n***a, R. Kelly raps f**in' better than you [Chorus] It's a brand new movement now All that west, is no more now It's been burned down to the ground No more masquerade Time to rearrange the game All these rappers sound the same Hooks and beats are just so lame It's the last crusade [Verse Three] I was preordained to exercise the game I'm makin' church every time n***a hears the name So hallelujah, he's so much cooler I'ma hold down the west like Fidel reps Cuba No I'm not a Blood and no I'm not a Crip It don't even matter I'll bust yo lip And if you bust that chit chatter 'bout that thing on your hip Know that I'm so gangster/Gang Starr I keep an extra clip To keep me +Safe & Sound+ like DJ Quik But I'm on a higher level f** that rah rah sh** I'm here to shake the devil with the truth that I spit And remind these n***as if they a** forget [Chorus] It's a brand new movement now All that west, is no more now It's been burned down to the ground No more masquerade Time to rearrange the game All these rappers sound the same Hooks and beats are just so lame It's the last crusade It's a brand new movement now