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1. Xzibit – State of Hip Hop vs. Xzibit Lyrics – lyrics from Xzibit album Napalm (2012)

State of Hip Hop vs. Xzibit Lyrics by Xzibit
Produced by: Beat Bucha

 
Man I’m talking bout that 64 rag top,
Clean with the back racked,
Everything matte black, colder than a 6 pack.
You know what the f*ck it is and what I came to do.
Now put your hands up in the air, like I’m about to shoot.
My agenda is here, crystal perfectly clear,
Breathe apocalypse in, we have nothing to fear.
We have nothing to lose, pressure applying the rules,
Bust on a motherf*cker and knock him up out of his shoes.
That’s what my coast love, good money, great drugs,
Every bad bitch you can think of.
Swagged out, loc'd out, flamed on, purv out,
Sh*t faced from shots, your words come slurred out.
Better put the word out, mind I find the mediocre.
Imma bust it down, serve ‘em like a bunch of smokers,
You can f*ck around, Rounds get to flying over
Ask your little mind is your pride worth dying over.
 
Order in the court, this is what you came to see?
The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z
Now the verdict is in, this the moment of truth,
Fighting the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot.
I'll be my own attorney, prosecution trying to burn me down,
Testimony testifier from the underground.
Order in the court, this is what you came to see?
The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z.
 
I create in the dark, darkest place in my heart,
I finish off with your started, terror, I tear you apart.
I am not for them games, I’m the climate of change,
Thread the eye of the needle, that means accurate aim.
That means I can arrange heinous and hideous things,
I’m the sickness you feel, seconds before popping a vein.
Paranormal presence that people can never explain
Why deal with the devil when dealing with you is the same
I got a proposition for all you bitches listening,
Get in position, let me nail it like a crucifixion.
Give you what you’ve been missing,
A man in my condition shouldn’t be allowed around crowds without supervision.
Call it a superstition, can’t get this out my system,
I got a fetish for f*cking over my competition.
It’s time to set the standard, the mother ship has landed,
We didn’t come here in peace, we’re here to take the planet.
 
Order in the court, that’s what you came to see
The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z
Not a verdict to see, just the moment of truth,
Fighting the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot.
I be my own attorney, watching you try to burn me down,
Testimony testifier from the underground.
Order in the court, that’s what you came to see
The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z.
 
I come out with the wolves, they come out with them tools,
That elevate you out the earth's gravitational pull.
This is not for the weak, this that work for the streets,
Mister X to the Z, motherf*ck what you think?
Motherf*ck what you blog, this for my loc's and my dogs
Standing tall, still calling shots from behind the wall.
I’ve been tried and I’m true, reassemble my group,
Carry on tradition, position I’m put here to do.
Make movements monumental, I done made some improvements,
You can check my credentials, told to never pursue it
If I'd listened to critics, there would be no Xzibit,
Dreams battered and broken never breaking my spirit.
Listen close, you can hear it, the footsteps of the future,
Ain’t no time like the present, leave the past and excuses.
F*cked on everything walking, now I keep it exclusive,
You just soft as acoustics, this that real nigga music.



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