He walks in, khakis cuffed Nikes laced tight. He says, "I know hip hop is dead But Imma revive it tonight". He picks up the mic While they laugh cause he's white. He pays no mind, Just steps into the spotlight. Their jaws drop When he starts to spit They've never seen his match, He's on that real ****. He ran out of rhymes, he's freestylin' now And every syllable, like a puzzle piece, fits. There's a smile on his face now, He knows he's legit. He drops the mic And walks away, Doesn't look back Its more impactful that way. Everyone just stares They don't know what to say All they know, deep inside, Is hip hop was reborn that day.