Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, nobody breathe, nobody shoot
bullets singing love songs and they so into you
sike, just playing, but in full is how you paying me
got lyrics by the pound run the jewels is what I'm saying B
when I drop jewels they come straight from the crown
johnny Blaze a lil J when I jam and get down
in my DM she can C, I'm revved and running
can I kick it more than triplets in a mother's stomach
from PM to dawn around six in the morning
we can talk about sex or u-n-i-t-y
she like the cars with the boom supersonic superfly
she want a roughneck with the chronic when the paper get thin
the only reason ya doubt ya mind playing tricks agains
push it along to the tip of the cliff now check the method
too live for a crew k solo with the effort
i used to love her till she went diggin for the gold
so i told her do you maybe we'll meet at the crossroads
went to see a pimp he said don't love these ho's
so dont get it twisted i bust a rhyme like a tech nine
strictly for my niggas who might learn to pimp a butterfly
start from your right to your left to your third eye
if I got five on it gon' let me ride
Hercules Hercules lift a planet if you please
rock the bells from down south to west coast and overseas
east coast and up north midwest to OKC
AtLiens beam me up if you feel the frequency
there is a dark side and from the far side you can see
there's only forty water on the roots of my apple tree
I can be slim and shady or your dude to the extreme
Americas most wanted like a public enemy
knowledge rules everything around me
underground king if you feel the need to crown me
a feeling of the soul my hieroglyphics are astounding
ya funny flow is foreign only native toungues surround me
too slick with my blueprint if ya future looking odd
the biggest punishment is not going deep when ya mob
beast on these boys you can say i rap a lot
diamond mind grind add funk or add rock
oh baby you know the biz might spit or beatbox
miseducated with wackness and you need to detox
with cash money theres no limit to ya capers
dont let party and bullshit leave yo ass with the vapors
so F you to the ones only here for the paper
I'm Hip Hop by nature, not cuz I hate ya

I don't know about they swag but I know Hip Hop
I don't know about they paper but I know my shit rock
so in love with the haters they would die if it stop
throw ya hands up high if you feeling Hip Hop

throw ya hands up high if you feeling Hip Hop

Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hop hooray

thow ya hands up high if you feeling Hip Hop

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, I'm just an angry bootlegger
a Madvillain in ya queue
Mos Def to do right and kill everything that I see
getting to it asap and collect my currensy