Okay, hip-hop might be in a state of emergency 
But you can't really blame the artists 
Don't point the finger, y'knowmsayin? 
Let's do what we do, let them do what they do 
They all sayin the same shit anyway 
Let's do what we wanna do 
Trick Trick, 
Royce 5'9" [Trick Trick] Done all types of dirt all across the world And all kind of shows for you boys and girls (heyyy!) High schools to shows of nothin but old folks G.D.'s, blue rags, red rags and [?] Detroit to L.A., B-Ham to Jersey Atlanta to B.K., A-Z to V-A Now I done seen some strange shit But all around the world homeboy it's the same shit I'll tell you this; ain't got a gang of crews on these blocks (so what?) Heard it's a pretty bitch just itchin to get knocked (so what?) Lines of broads at these shows (so what?) With backstage passes and wantin to be chose (so what?) Everybody wanna be better than the next It's the same everybody claimin they better than the rest (oooh) Everybody got a Glock, everybody got a spot Everybody sell dope - WHO DON'T? [Chorus] Allllll arouuuuund the worrrrrld (it's the same old song homie) Rouuuuund and rouuuuund we goooo (yeah) Allllll arouuuuund the worrrrrld (it's just the same old song homie) Rouuuuund and rouuuuund we goooo (yep) [Trick Trick] Yessir Uh; can we get a moment to reflect on the music that we distributin and tryin to eject? Yep, your sounds ain't goin down (so) Blame it on downloads but it's the same old sound Everybody is a killer, man go and tell the truth! Most of y'all ain't killers 'til your ass in the booth Take a look in the mirror and be honest with yo'self You got a guap on records off another nigga's wealth Truth hurt, don't it? You think you ain't special enough? With some people to listen to you so you makin it tough At a show you too hard to throw your Goddamn hands up While I'm at it, man pull yo' Goddamn pants up! In real life in the joint if you sad You belong to a man and yo' ass is a fag (ooooh) I ain't mad at niggaz changin the game cause the world is lookin at us like we all the same, so [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] 
My nigga I got you! 
I got you, don't worry about it 
Yeah, yeah 
Bitch please, get lost, 
I get big cheese 
Me and Trick be gettin green like split peas 
Pick a place, any place 
I done been through it, pick a state, any state 
And if you ain't geographically inclined you can get the globe and you can pick a shape, any shape 
Heh, where you from? 
I could care less 
I'm fearless, 
I'll show you so you will know it's real 
Cause once the 
K's get to tearin whole blocks up 
Like (blam blam blam) now you from 
Cloverfield 
I just look like this, 
I do it just to get the kitty cat 
I'm bringin niggaz that look pretty back 
And while 
I'm at it 
I'm bringin 
Detroit city back 
Holla when you land, 
I'll take you to where the titties at (Titties at) 
You lil' niggaz is lame 
Put the tobacco back in the blunt, you spittin the same 
We goin [Chorus] [Outro: Trick Trick] 
Go on mayne, hip-hop ain't dead homie... 
I like that dawg 
That's some real shit... 
Hehehe, you just thumpin the hell out that bass, ain't ya? [laughter]