Twas the mic before Kripmas and all through the spot
Every Krip Hopper was rapping the mic they had rocked
The chrome was shining on every wheelchair
In hopes that Krip Nations all over would soon be there
The crowed was just watching their necks bombing heads
While visions of Krip Vixens danced making them sweat
With mirages of Nicki I turned my cap to the back
I rolled up to her and she fell on my lap
When out of the crowd I heard a big scream
KRIP NATION FOREVER AND EVER WE DREAM
Closer to the yelling I rolled to the fans
Tore off my chest strap and dived in their hands
The moon on my face as the passed me like Dro
Once back on the stage I sat lit up with a glow
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Back comes Nikki Minaj with 8 Halley Berrys around my chair
With me as the driver I hit my joy-stick
Dropped the mic and watched it smoke up the air type thick
More rapid than eagles my verses they came,
As I hollered and shouted calling my Krip Nation by name
Now Jahid, now Pete-Ski, now Skandoe, now Harris
Come Malcolm, call OUTTHERE we meet Leroy in Paris
To the front of the plane, first class we booked
We wrote rhymes, and verses , the chorus and hook
The Stewardess spiked my drink before I sipped it down
The pilot both vixens dressed in all white gowns
Flight took 12 hours and some minutes
6 hours with 1 then 2 before the landing was finished
But then on the runways the tires heard screeching
Masked out the sound of the pilots both screaming
When the bus pulled us in I came through the door
I never let the flight go off course any more
I was dressed in fatigues from my head to foot
Jet lag set in from all that time we took
Mic cord plugged into my battery pack
Over the airport's speakers I started to rap
My voice heard throughout to the baggage check
I nominated Leroy our President
As he came in the spot limousines outside
His Lex, min Cadillac chromed riding side by side
We rode to the tower taking up the streets
Oui Oui ladies yelled c'est la vie
We got out the limos awaits a red carpet and confetti
Happy New Years they cheered heard all over the city
Leroy plugged in the mic to the tower's intercom
Paris was amazed by this legend phenomenon
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know hip hop wasn't dead
A poet he is and spoke for a while
Had the ladies sitting down Indian style
Pulling out his back pocket a long stem rose
Brought smiles on their face tears dripping of nose
Back to the limos, to the team gave a halla,
Watch the towers light up from night til tomorra
I heard Leroy exclaim, ere we drove out of sight,
Krip Hip Hop to all, and to all a Krip Night
Professir X of New Jersey USA