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Nas - Hip Hop Is Dead (Official Music Video) ft. will.i.am
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
will.i.am
will.i.am
Programming
Incredible Bongo Band
Incredible Bongo Band
Sampled Artist
Michael Viner
Michael Viner
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douglas Ingle
Douglas Ingle
Songwriter
Jerry Lordan
Jerry Lordan
Composer
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
William Adams
William Adams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
will.i.am
will.i.am
Producer
Kevin Crause
Kevin Crause
Recording Engineer
Joe Peluso
Joe Peluso
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ari Raskin
Ari Raskin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dylan Dresdow
Dylan Dresdow
Mixing Engineer
Nate Hertweck
Nate Hertweck
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Kennedy
Ryan Kennedy
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hip hop Hip hop Is dead Hip, hip hop (Had to flip this track again, y'all) Hip hop Is dead Hip, hip hop Hip, hip hop Is dead (NYC, Dirty South) Hip, hip hop (West Coast) Hip hop (Midwest) Hip hop (Let's go) If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Yeah, people smoke, chill, party, and die in the same corner Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama Quick fast, trigger fingers, on the llama Revenge in their eyes, Hennessy and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya', Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped blow them up Gave my man my right, I could have went left So like my girl Foxy, the kid went Def So people, who's the top ten? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin' What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings Criticize that, why is that? 'Cuz Nas' rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh, I think they like me, in my white tee You can't ice me, we here for life, B On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey And for that, we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now! If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business It forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip-hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man, then a mobster If it dies, let me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to M-P-3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's about eighty people from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut
Writer(s): William Adams, Nasir Jones, Jeremiah Patrick Lordan, Douglas Lloyd Ingle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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