[Intro]
Yeah
Ayo
Yo, y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-yo
Yo, y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-yo, it's Coast Contra
[Verse 1: Eric Jamal]
It go one (One), two (Two), three (Three), four (Four)
Hip-hop don't die, I can't take this no more, come on
Five (Five), six (Six), seven – hey, wait
I think we got a pulse, Coast Contra just saved the day
What's her heart rate? Check vital signs, she still fatal
We need an IV, it's on us four to keep her stable
Everybody move, give us some room, we turned the table
To a defibrillator, message clear – that we're the greatest
Pleasе have patience, wе operating on a generation
Whose ultra sound is all the same as a lil' baby
That's why music born, they so against pro-creation
They just imitating their latest favorites, here come the labels
'Cause they wheelchair/will cheer for any rapper who's self-degrading
They gone give 'em paper, make 'em hot, then cream-made/cremate them
But the truth is, they couldn't cut it so they use staples
In the rap game to use their influence to make 'em famous
Niggas pro-sick, so they pop pills and youngins take 'em
Have their brains bacon/baking and egg 'em on to sip maple
Think the Percs/purpose of life is getting high for your inflammation
I never medicine/met-a-sin that was good for the soul, it's human nature
Bitch, y'all all scrubs, I brought mask and gloves for sanitation
Calling out the greatest, tell 'em I said it, I verbatim/verb-bait-'em
You got East, West, and Colombia on the Equator
Yeah, it's Coast Contra, really surgeon/surging through every nation
To all the rappers who only here to gain-green/gangrene, I'll amputate them
Raise the vibration, this way deeper than entertainment
But with your radiation, E-go solo, you could go major
Naw, I cancer/can't-sir, I rather just go through all the stages
When you in a group, some gon' salute but others hate it
So be weary of different bacteria, contamination, see
When we gon' realize our culture is in danger?
They sedating our creatives, controlling the narration
Afraid of the day when we waiting in visitation
And the doctor come out saying, "Hip-hop didn't make it", ayo
Yeah
Ayo
Yo, y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-yo
Yo, y-y-yo, yo, y-y-y-yo, it's Coast Contra
[Verse 1: Eric Jamal]
It go one (One), two (Two), three (Three), four (Four)
Hip-hop don't die, I can't take this no more, come on
Five (Five), six (Six), seven – hey, wait
I think we got a pulse, Coast Contra just saved the day
What's her heart rate? Check vital signs, she still fatal
We need an IV, it's on us four to keep her stable
Everybody move, give us some room, we turned the table
To a defibrillator, message clear – that we're the greatest
Pleasе have patience, wе operating on a generation
Whose ultra sound is all the same as a lil' baby
That's why music born, they so against pro-creation
They just imitating their latest favorites, here come the labels
'Cause they wheelchair/will cheer for any rapper who's self-degrading
They gone give 'em paper, make 'em hot, then cream-made/cremate them
But the truth is, they couldn't cut it so they use staples
In the rap game to use their influence to make 'em famous
Niggas pro-sick, so they pop pills and youngins take 'em
Have their brains bacon/baking and egg 'em on to sip maple
Think the Percs/purpose of life is getting high for your inflammation
I never medicine/met-a-sin that was good for the soul, it's human nature
Bitch, y'all all scrubs, I brought mask and gloves for sanitation
Calling out the greatest, tell 'em I said it, I verbatim/verb-bait-'em
You got East, West, and Colombia on the Equator
Yeah, it's Coast Contra, really surgeon/surging through every nation
To all the rappers who only here to gain-green/gangrene, I'll amputate them
Raise the vibration, this way deeper than entertainment
But with your radiation, E-go solo, you could go major
Naw, I cancer/can't-sir, I rather just go through all the stages
When you in a group, some gon' salute but others hate it
So be weary of different bacteria, contamination, see
When we gon' realize our culture is in danger?
They sedating our creatives, controlling the narration
Afraid of the day when we waiting in visitation
And the doctor come out saying, "Hip-hop didn't make it", ayo
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