This Is Hip-Hop Kenn Starr

[Intro]
Ayo, Get at me
If you want the raps like crack, see?
Wrapped up in plastic, up in the backseat
Of a [?], Don't tempt me
I smoke rivals like track meets with a pencil
Better autograph me never the flax seed
Cause cats in my past like Oddisee pass me
Tryna get that golden/platinum plaque, see?
Awarded for my flows at shows they clap, see?
Ovation standing
Top ten like commandments
The bandit, pen in your pants with bent damage
Ink leaking out of it like, shots from hollowtips
Bleeding on the paper, beatmaker, psychologist
Got my degree with PC's and samples
Can't compete like you on B Street with sandals
Outbreak dances, infectious trances
I spit bars sick like SARS leaving you hampered

[Hook]
Yo, some people say this the real
But to us it's just something we feel
Whether or not y'all consider it hot
Cause it's topping the charts
This music, and this is Hip-Hop