The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Yo, this girl called me the other day (hi, Pos)
And said I'm back in style, you know? (I heard your shit back in style, baby)
You need to stop
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
It ain't a problem at all (oh, come on)
Jam's off the meter, yo, this- is hot
There's always one (one)
Wonder why?
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
(There it is)
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
The average Mc sells terror
We nail terror up against the wall for target practice (uh)
Not one of your top five MC'S
But I see clearly with ease you lack this
Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
Playin' host to your regiment
Who rally to boast but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
I came specifically to fracture yo' ability
To grandstand anywhere next to me
This is the year when the true better man
Keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word)
Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
By the ones who hated me on spittin' tighter
Salute these supa MC's for bein' clever
And never use the weed as a ghost writer
I declare that only live niggas rap this year (come on)
Jam's off the meter, yo, this- is hot
Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment (yeah, word up)
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin' scared
So in one stare they gettin' strapped
Cash rules nothin' from below the belt
The dick choose to melt, asking, "Where them dollars at?" (Where them dollars at?)
Musta been bitten by a rabbit actin' silly like that
Your pop culture need a diaper change
I'm snatchin' the mic like I'm lootin'
With a whole lot of shootin' while you're keepin' out of sniper range
Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
You dead center in your tracks with your hands high
Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix
All the hard rocks will liquify
All over the scene, makin' it messy
So we make a clean getaway to a better day
Can't say the same for them cats who left the game
'Cause they couldn't claim the better pay
This ain't no masquerade
So the mass parade of people need to stop frontin' (stop frontin')
There's truly a few makin' them hits
While us, we got our mitts closed 'cause you on the field buntin'
Make it to third bass, but never reach home
The word is, your whereabouts is unknown
While we're that point of view, that you never really knew
With the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La)
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
It ain't a problem at all
Jam's off the meter, yo, this- is hot
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
Rock
And said I'm back in style, you know? (I heard your shit back in style, baby)
You need to stop
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
It ain't a problem at all (oh, come on)
Jam's off the meter, yo, this- is hot
There's always one (one)
Wonder why?
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
(There it is)
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
The average Mc sells terror
We nail terror up against the wall for target practice (uh)
Not one of your top five MC'S
But I see clearly with ease you lack this
Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
Playin' host to your regiment
Who rally to boast but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
I came specifically to fracture yo' ability
To grandstand anywhere next to me
This is the year when the true better man
Keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word)
Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
By the ones who hated me on spittin' tighter
Salute these supa MC's for bein' clever
And never use the weed as a ghost writer
I declare that only live niggas rap this year (come on)
Jam's off the meter, yo, this- is hot
Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment (yeah, word up)
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin' scared
So in one stare they gettin' strapped
Cash rules nothin' from below the belt
The dick choose to melt, asking, "Where them dollars at?" (Where them dollars at?)
Musta been bitten by a rabbit actin' silly like that
Your pop culture need a diaper change
I'm snatchin' the mic like I'm lootin'
With a whole lot of shootin' while you're keepin' out of sniper range
Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
You dead center in your tracks with your hands high
Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix
All the hard rocks will liquify
All over the scene, makin' it messy
So we make a clean getaway to a better day
Can't say the same for them cats who left the game
'Cause they couldn't claim the better pay
This ain't no masquerade
So the mass parade of people need to stop frontin' (stop frontin')
There's truly a few makin' them hits
While us, we got our mitts closed 'cause you on the field buntin'
Make it to third bass, but never reach home
The word is, your whereabouts is unknown
While we're that point of view, that you never really knew
With the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La)
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
It ain't a problem at all
Jam's off the meter, yo, this- is hot
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
Rock
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
Declaration Lyrics as written by Malik Smart Malik Stewart
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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