Chamillionaire - Hip Hop Warning lyrics

[Intro] I don't really know if it's dead or alive They called for an ambulance They said one of them won't be able to make 'til March 27 But in the mean time I'll give it a check up [Chorus - 2X] Hip-hop just died here's a warning (somebody ring the alarm) Hip=hop just died here's a warning (somebody ring the alarm) Hip-hop just died here's a warning That revenge is coming (It's coming back for..) (It's coming back for revenge) [Chamillionaire talking over chorus] Man I don't even know if hip-hop is dead But I do know that some of the bigest retails stores is going out of business Record sales ain't doing what they use to do Remember when you use to be able to go 4, 5 million sold Now everybody having trouble to go gold man It's a lot of good music coming out the south And a lot of non-sense coming out the south But I can't blame no artist I blame corporate america for the downfall of rap [Chamillionaire] If hip-hop should die before I'm great (yea) I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape (chea) Pollution I smell that in the breeze But let's try not to get mad at the trees Tell 'em all not to get mad at the leaves Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds When it come to mixtapes, I'm know as the Messiah I influence these other rappers to get tighter Go to every label and murder the checkwriter Who ever hired him, we should prey that he will get fired And soon as they kick him out on Broadway Show him how to make his hip-hop the hard way I bring the whole south with me, you should just call me And we can make a pinata out of him all day Chea, and I ain't even finna be gentle You can murder Seline for sending me the instrumental It ain't coincidental how they can get in your mental Then the minute you see it they tell you it was accidental (accidental) All rich rappers do is complain, everybody arguing to be on top of the game 9 out of 10 rap about copping them thangs Or how the gat go braat, braat, braat, braat when it bang And it seems like H-town got that popular slang Platinum grills everybody else copping the same Platinum grills everybody else copping the same Then everybody run to that like it's the poppinest thang What is that man? Where the hell your swagger at? Who gon be the first to bring the old swagger back? Doing what I do seems like boys mad at that You was sharp homie, where the hell is your dagger at? I was a fan sitting up in the stands When it was M-E-T-H-O-D MAN You hear M-E-T-H-O-D for Cham Rakim was still thinking of a master plan And it worked, and now I'ma fit up in my place Stay humble, stay focused, and show that I got grace You better not point the burner to my face Better load up the burner and then turn it to myspace The same rapper than die hard, Bruce Willis with a vest under the Izod Wanna beat you? Man I ain't got to try hard You getting beat by the Internet and your Ipod The label don't want you to be Master P Took the Master and put it right after P Bump it master, but I won't let it master me You're an idiot if you're giving up your masters free Corporate America is f-ing up the rap game While we argue about which rapper got the phat chain You real gangsta you pulling out your gat man The real gangsta who ever own the rap name Like Busta said "you should give a performance" That's the truth us rappers shouldn't try and avoid it If you're married the game go ahead and divorce it Especially if it's rap we ain't even enjoying it Yea I'am not going to point a "K" at a magazine Because of what someone say in a magazine I can..pull out my chain yellin 'Bada Bling' Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing Telling you "the leather feel good don't it?" For 50 thou you'll have a real good moment The plane's landed by the pilot that flown it I am not an idiot cause I'm trying to own it Little kids look at me and say that "you best" 1.3 million in the U.S. some label exec gettting in a new desk I get an award they tell me that I'm too blessed Honestly it just excited my family I just hide the medicine inside of the candy Get cured by the music blasting out of your camry If not I'll hide the medicine inside of your brandy Cuz I know that yall boys gotta be drunk To think that Chamillionaire gonna be a industry punk I'm a in-da-streets problem you will get stomped Get criss-cross off when the kid jump Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump) Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump) Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump) Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Because I'm the miggity miggity mack that stacks the plat plaques But rap is so wack so I'm back to spit crack March 27th I'm back and that's fact So rappers that can't rap get ready cuz it's a wrap