24 Hours - Dj Kay Slay, Bun B, Meet Sims

DJ Kay Slay the drama king

This one for the culture

24 hours to save it, yeah

24 hours until the beast die

We got the power to make a change, yeah

Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah

'Cause they don’t want us to own shit

A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects

Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto

Would I be gettin' shot or in jail?

Yeah

Hell nah

Hell nah

If I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I’d raise this Glock

All you mumble rappin' lames get shot

Smack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot?

They all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch

Call all of our women by they names, change the plot

Why did they nickname them thots?

(True)

Ghostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots

Kick 'em out the buildin', change the locks

You gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops

You can’t hang with opps (Facts)

Bring back Tom from Myspace

At least we knew how his face looked

We don’t know what we facin', ain’t no face on Facebook

I-G stands for investigation

Trump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas

Pour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather

Now on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures

24 hours to save it, yeah

24 hours until the beast die

We got the power to make a change, yeah

Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah

'Cause they don’t want us to own shit

A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects

What up, Slay?

Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto

You already know what it, baby

Wd I be gettin' shot or in jail?

Yeah

Hell nah

Hell nah

If I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game

Man, I’d chase these player haters off the map, mane

Give all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane

And get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane

And then I’d sit down with all the youngins

And talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in

And make sure that they invest before they have all they show money on they

wrist and they chest

Now, I ain’t sayin' that you can’t shine

But don’t throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine

You need some stocks, get you some property

And whatever you do, just do it properly

Because we gotta save the culture from the snakes, alligators, and the vultures

And for all the rappers that don’t care, just grab them niggas by the neck,

kick they ass up outta here

24 hours to save it, yeah

24 hours until the beast die

We got the power to make a change, yeah

Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah

'Cause they don’t want us to own shit

A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects

Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto

Would I be gettin' shot or in jail?

Yeah

Hell nah

Hell nah

I heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath

I ain’t believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth

I asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass

He said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast

Threw on a black mask, she wasn’t in the hospice

She was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage

And if we don’t save her today, she gon' fade away

That bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay?

We gave her away

On second thought, I don’t feel like doin' no savin' today

Toe tag her and take her away

Real hip-hop is a art form

We made floors outta cardboards

Spray painted walls and made a hot song

You go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her

Niggas ain’t rhymin', I’m signin' a waiver

They mumblin', I ain’t fuckin' with that kind of behavior

I’d rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre

Y’all could go save her

24 hours to save it, yeah

24 hours until the beast die

We got the power to make a change, yeah

Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah

'Cause they don’t want us to own shit

A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects

Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto

Would I be gettin' shot or in jail?

Yeah

Hell nah

Hell nah