Hip Hop Warning Lyrics - The Mixtape Messiah Part 2 - Chamillionaire

[Intro] 

I don't really know if it's dead or alive 

They called for an ambulance 

They said one of them won't be able to make 'til March 27 

But in the mean time I'll give it a check up 

[Chorus - 2X] 

Hip-hop just died here's a warning 

(somebody ring the alarm) 

Hip=hop just died here's a warning 

(somebody ring the alarm) 

Hip-hop just died here's a warning 

That revenge is coming (It's coming back for..) 

(It's coming back for revenge) 

[Chamillionaire talking over chorus] 

Man I don't even know if hip-hop is dead 

But I do know that some of the bigest retails stores is going out of business 

Record sales ain't doing what they use to do 

Remember when you use to be able to go 4, 5 million sold 

Now everybody having trouble to go gold man 

It's a lot of good music coming out the south 

And a lot of non-sense coming out the south 

But I can't blame no artist 

I blame corporate america for the downfall of rap 

[Chamillionaire] 

If hip-hop should die before I'm great (yea) 

I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape 

I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape 

I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape (chea) 

Pollution I smell that in the breeze 

But let's try not to get mad at the trees 

Tell 'em all not to get mad at the leaves 

Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds 

When it come to mixtapes, I'm know as the Messiah 

I influence these other rappers to get tighter 

Go to every label and murder the checkwriter 

Who ever hired him, we should prey that he will get fired 

And soon as they kick him out on Broadway 

Show him how to make his hip-hop the hard way 

I bring the whole south with me, you should just call me 

And we can make a pinata out of him all day 

Chea, and I ain't even finna be gentle 

You can murder Seline for sending me the instrumental 

It ain't coincidental how they can get in your mental 

Then the minute you see it they tell you it was accidental (accidental) 

All rich rappers do is complain, everybody arguing to be on top of the game 

9 out of 10 rap about copping them thangs 

Or how the gat go braat, braat, braat, braat when it bang 

And it seems like H-town got that popular slang 

Platinum grills everybody else copping the same 

Platinum grills everybody else copping the same 

Then everybody run to that like it's the poppinest thang 

What is that man? Where the hell your swagger at? 

Who gon be the first to bring the old swagger back? 

Doing what I do seems like boys mad at that 

You was sharp homie, where the hell is your dagger at? 

I was a fan sitting up in the stands 

When it was M-E-T-H-O-D MAN 

You hear M-E-T-H-O-D for Cham 

Rakim was still thinking of a master plan 

And it worked, and now I'ma fit up in my place 

Stay humble, stay focused, and show that I got grace 

You better not point the burner to my face 

Better load up the burner and then turn it to myspace 

The same rapper than die hard, Bruce Willis with a vest under the Izod 

Wanna beat you? Man I ain't got to try hard 

You getting beat by the Internet and your Ipod 

The label don't want you to be Master P 

Took the Master and put it right after P 

Bump it master, but I won't let it master me 

You're an idiot if you're giving up your masters free 

Corporate America is f-ing up the rap game 

While we argue about which rapper got the phat chain 

You real gangsta you pulling out your gat man 

The real gangsta who ever own the rap name 

Like Busta said "you should give a performance" 

That's the truth us rappers shouldn't try and avoid it 

If you're married the game go ahead and divorce it 

Especially if it's rap we ain't even enjoying it 

Yea I'am not going to point a "K" at a magazine 

Because of what someone say in a magazine 

I can..pull out my chain yellin 'Bada Bling' 

Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing 

Telling you "the leather feel good don't it?" 

For 50 thou you'll have a real good moment 

The plane's landed by the pilot that flown it 

I am not an idiot cause I'm trying to own it 

Little kids look at me and say that "you best" 

1.3 million in the U.S. some label exec gettting in a new desk 

I get an award they tell me that I'm too blessed 

Honestly it just excited my family 

I just hide the medicine inside of the candy 

Get cured by the music blasting out of your camry 

If not I'll hide the medicine inside of your brandy 

Cuz I know that yall boys gotta be drunk 

To think that Chamillionaire gonna be a industry punk 

I'm a in-da-streets problem you will get stomped 

Get criss-cross off when the kid jump 

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump) 

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump) 

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump) 

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't 

Because I'm the miggity miggity mack that stacks the plat plaques 

But rap is so wack so I'm back to spit crack 

March 27th I'm back and that's fact 

So rappers that can't rap get ready cuz it's a wrap