[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