(who says) rock is dead
Singer:presence
enter my delorean time machine
to explore the rock scene
big props to l.i. south bronx
pave the way for dr. dre and his chronic
the gravediggaz ebonically demonic
nasty nas and his supersonic phonic
on the scene in queens with kool g rap
a hundred miles and runnin
are you ready to bang your head
imagination is the key to be
the second coming of the white emcee
settin forth a prerequisite
i know you're tryin to get with this
amazin caucasian persuasion
biggie smalls and tupac we mourn
headbangin and slangin as i enter the wu-tang
hoo-bangin with the westside connect gang
respect is hard to earn like my paycheck
from the blast of the tek & steele
just tryin to b-real like cypress hill
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
gave ya brain blacks & blues
hit a spliff and took another sip of the booze
i'm the cracker rapper that's makin all the rules
refuse and i'll prepare your moms for the bad news
it's a natural evolution of music
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