Who Says Rock Is Dead Lyrics

Who Says Rock Is Dead lyrics

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)