This is a song about "90s hip hop"

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I'm a sylllablistic ballistic linguistic, hip hop purist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

And now hip-hop sounds in every street

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

After every show, a dream she hold

Its these rappers who made hip hop unfold

I get my cake; i love hip hop

That means i have no block

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

To be hip-hop savior, the messiah

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded