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Yo, this is Substantial, here with Joe Johnson, and we’d like to dedicate this song to all of you who think that Hip-Hop’s dead. This is for you…

You can rot in hell, Hip-hop’s alive and well,
Least that’s the word that I’ve heard from over thousands of my clientele,
I excel very far beyond just rhyming well,
Labels, no I don’t, but the signs that say I can sell,
Devil’s aren’t dope on this, watch the God fire hell, a path of bodies leading to my room for those who tried and failed,
It’s all for the Cottonelle, belong in the garbage pail,
Throwing stones at French women’s the only way that you’ll rock the bells,
And you ain’t good at nothing else, so you gotta sell,
But you ain’t good at this either, far as I can tell,
Give it up like Prom night, I bomb mics,
Still stay cooler than Snoop in Antarctica eatin’ Klondikes,
On any given R night, I will wreak havoc
And make your top 5 emcees look like Greek rappers,
Chin getting fat, sounding like they need practice,
Take em to school even though I rarely teach classes,

Hey, what do I know, man. You know, I’m not exactly the nicest guy doin’ it. But then again, I’m far from the whackest guy doin’ it, too, you know?

I’ll show you why everything I touch is critically acclaimed,
Feeble spitter, reconsider, People dissing me in vain,
Stays mentally advanced, though we’re physically the same,
So your babble’s pointless not to mention literally insane,
When it came to movin’ units, I sold a fraction of most,
On the great paper chase, most cats don’t come close to me,
Mostly because I paid attention in math class
And I won’t let a record label pimp my black ass,
Scratch that, we ain’t the same, don’t embarrass me,
Quality music nowadays is a rarity,
That’s all I wanna make til the day they bury me,
Rather be a great artist than a celebrity,
Sounds weird but good like PB and celery,
Am I less real because I never got a felony?
Gold isn’t the rush in the hills of Beverly,
Make these hell-like hoods a little more heavenly,

Hey, man. Everybody like a little slice of the good life, but, you know, sometimes, reality kick in, gotta do that 9-5 grind until everything else pop up, what can you do?

Yeah, known to get it live, still working’ nine to five,
But you never take a job that don’t benefit your company,
Put them bastards back til they asses had enough of me,
Laughing’ in they faces while they thinking that they fuckin’ me,
Luckily, it’s temporary, cause I’m a visionary,
Getting paid for using slang you won’t find in a dictionary,
Grab my ass right back to the grammar class,
Spitting’ diction that you couldn’t envision with MC Hammer glasses,
Meanwhile, these jams are past us, forget all preconceptions,
You thought it wouldn’t happen like the Bush’s re-election,
Genius, four more years of him and a penis
Won’t break the focus of most of the cats I team with,
So in the selfish game, we remain self-contained,
Most of y’all getting shaft, but your ass in hella pain,
Get a brain, pathetic lame; I’m something you’ll never tame,
Substantial’s the effin’ name and it’s time I let it reign
FOREVER!!!