Hook (KSol, JP): Hip-hop is dead, done and over get on the phone, the family needs closure 21 gun salute for the soldier Hip-hop is dead Hip-hop is dead, done and through now Fire up the beat, we need somethin new now Nightclub Fight Club, here to show you how Hip-hop is dead
Post-Hook (Mike): Punchline, do not cross now I'm the boss if you wanna get with Nightclub Fight Club get tighter or get your outline chalked
Mike: "Hey, back up buddy, this is completely off-limits" I'm a detective, I just got on to the premises "The premise is, hip-hop just got shot, one bullet in him and a number of em in some cops" Thanks, that's all I needed, were you first on the scene? "Yeah", Well go ahead home, your done, just try to get some sleep I got background knowledge on this like The Blueprint y'all niggas acting like your age the size of your shoe print I see on the yellow tape that 'police' has been crossed out and 'punch' has been put in its place, along with 'I'm the boss now' I can see it in my head now, the crime be like Mardi Gras flashes bangs and bleeding due to shots makin everybody raw something's wrong: if hip-hop's dead then someone's gotta take it's place then I bet whoever stands to benefit would be second in the race now just I gotta find out who the one is killing rap, punk and more holy shit, that's it! I fear it's clearly the work of the crunkcore
KSol: Now judging from how recent the wound is this looked like a struggle, however the truth is this was a planned death and yes I can prove this take a look at hip-hop and the lifestyle he's living in with the cash, and the drugs, thirty seconds of fame a stupid little dance "got him to the game" he did what the people wanted, he was a slave his actual talent sent to the grave judging from the broken nose he couldn't face off to crunkcore couldn't see, his eyes had mace on em chest bruised from punchlines the size of a baseball a leg is gone probably from napalm look at the corpse, this is more than manslaughter he's missing a leg crunkcore couldn't go harder hip-hop will go down as a musical martyr but I wonder how crunkcore could just kill his father
JP: Ive dug some deep ditches in my long career But I fear that it's gonna be a quick job here Cuz the game has been diggin its own grave for years No eulogies either, ain't no place for tears Hack acts' wack tracks start a suicidal spiral And its gifts are up the river, like these rappers in denial What's left? A pile of those low brow flows about hos and gettin low? I guess thats how it goes But smile! Cuz Nightclub dont need you Rappers have Cialis and they still won’t come half as hard as we do And they wanted to defeat us? Jesus Hand em a pair of Night-vision goggles and I doubt they could see us They better get a thermal camera instead Cuz when we spit it’s so hot, you’d see us glowing in red But even then they couldnt approach, so let’s have a toast To the memory of hip-hop, cuz the casket is closed.