(who Says) Rock Is Dead Lyrics - Rise - Presence

Enter my Delorean time machine 

back to the future we go 

to explore the rock scene 

all the while 

my style's McFly 

even when I die 

big props to L.I. 

South Bronx 

Bedstuy 

Bacdaf*cup 

this ain't Onyx 

pave the way for Dr. Dre and his Chronic 

the Gravediggaz ebonically demonic 

Nasty Nas and his supersonic phonic 

K-R-S-One Attack 

with the Boom Bap 

on the scene in Queens with Kool G Rap 

LA back in the day 

a Hundred Miles And Runnin 

forever gunnin with NWA 

[Chorus] 

Who says rock is dead 

are you ready to bang your head 

c'mon yeah 

who says rock is dead 

bang your head 

enough said 

Imagination is the key to be 

I let my mind fly free 

the second coming of the white emcee 

settin forth a prerequisite 

I know you're tryin to get with this 

amazin caucasian persuasion 

always on some next shit 

perpetual rhyme delivery 

an enigmatic mystery 

you know I'm fit to be 

goin down in history 

Biggie Smalls and Tupac we mourn 

now behold Jay Slim 

another legend is born 

Headbangin and slangin as I enter the Wu-Tang 

Hoo-Bangin with the Westside Connect gang 

Respect is Hard To Earn like my paycheck 

Protect Ya Neck 

from the blast of the Tek & Steele 

Bucktown 

Duck Down 

just tryin to B-Real like Cypress Hill 

with my License To Ill 

I Kill At Will 

word to Rakim 

yo it's Time To Build 

[Chorus] 

I flow about what I know 

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 

a lyrical fight ensues 

you lose 

gave ya brain blacks & blues 

knocked ya out 

stole ya shoes 

hit a spliff and took another sip of the booze 

shut yer yapper 

I'm the cracker rapper that's makin all the rules 

refuse and I'll prepare your moms for the bad news 

[Bridge] 

Some call it a fad 

it's a natural evolution of music 

a few abuse it 

I refuse to lose it 

it's part of my heart 

it's for the kids 

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 

Goodie Mo-B 

the D-O-double-G 

so shall I Proceed 

to rock the mic like MOP 

Run-DMC 

a Tribe called Hip-Hop will always run through me 

[Chorus]