This is a song about "Hip hop declaration of peace"

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,