ova here lyrics

The real hip hop is ova here
The real hip hop is ova here
The real hip hop is ova here
The real hip hop is ova here

Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, clear 'em out, word

Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Universal
Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial
Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus
Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status
With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop them
But I got enough albums to make my own top ten

You limited like the spread of traffic
You bite my style off the radio
So when you speak you bet I hear the static
You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, Norrises
One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of your choruses
Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve indispicuous
Gotcha, on your hands and knees
Ain't it about time for some real emcees?

The real hip hop is ova here
The real hip hop is ova here
The real hip hop is ova here
The real hip hop is ova here

Uh, we on a hunt tonight
When you see me comin', I don't front, I fight
People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about peace
To say the least, with a violent history
It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me
My people don't see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh
Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly?
Well, you can help if you don't exist, huh

I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers
Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me
Does it matter to you? My crew
If it does, you know what the hell to do
Throw your guns in the air, pump it like, yeah
Let these bitch ass rappers know we in here
Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off stage
Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days

Let me tell you, let's give hip hop a lift
And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth
That'll send a message back to all 'em sellouts
House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out
You don't even know how
I told you I wasn't talkin' about you then
But I'm talkin' about you now
Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right through
Even St. Louis don't like you