Hip Hop Junkie (Lyrics)

Hip Hop Junkie

 

The Worst since the first Genocide on Earth

The curse of the verse makes you go bizurk

Makes you miss work, Freestyle till it hurts

Every time you breathe in, it's like inhaling dirt

Water won't work, the thirst can't be quenched

Chugged a Gatorade cooler, all my clothes got drenched

And that was it, still needed a fix

Headed to the corner store, to get myself a hit

Popped weed in the deck, push the button it played

Time to sit back, let my mind get blazed

Sniffed up a couple lines of that pure Big Daddy Kane

Next some Black Thought injected in my veins

Rolled up and puffed that Kanye West

Took a couple of pills of that mighty Mos Def

Hip hop got me twisted again I'm seeing double vision,

Losing all of my ends, I need an intervention.

 

I O.D-ed on some Ol' D B just last week

Member of the Wu-Tang may your rest in peace

And freestyle over DJ cuts by Jam Master Jay

Get with Tupac and Biggie and walk this way

I'm walking down memory lane, must refrain

From bustin' out the running man, cause you know it was the dance

Along with high top fades, while you did the kid n' play

In baggy overalls from the cross colors display

In my DNA, infection is deep

My wife says I freestyle in my sleep

I find it hard not to rhyme when I speak

I sound Jessie Jackson given a speech

Outreach is needed, so get your hands in the air

And wave them around like you just don't, No!

I mean I need help, I can't stop myself

This bottled hip hoppa, man its top shelf

Hip Hop Junkie (Lyrics)