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]