Lyrics of Is it hip-hop?

(sample)
And i'm here to tell you this boy's soul is intact
He wont sell anybody out, its non negotiable
You know how i know?
(because we don't want to hear that weak shit no more)

(werd)
Is this hip-hop? spitting out a sentence,
Though i don't follow trends or the dress sense.
Am i hip-hop? i don't feel it,
Just feel what i feel and i'm real it's, hip-hop (hip-hop)
Its in my presence, so i don't need trends or the dress sense
I am hip-hop, and you feel this,
S.o.s. the people going to hear this

I'm a hip-hop-aholic, got on it and never off it
Since a crossed it, i was talking it, said i'd aim for the top of it
Said i would never let up, though fed up i carried on with it
I held my head up high, no i was never prosperous
Honest its just me making my mark
Getting recognised now, well i guess its a start
Guess you have to take shit when your raised in these parts
Take the mic, m.i.c. and i rip it apart, r.i.p.

(sample)
I give a fuck if you feel me, i'm going to follow

(werd)
And i just follow my heart,
If its hip-hop, i just follow the art
Take that apart get right to the core
Write real deep, then write some more
Cause i feel mainstream seems like a bore
I tell them (we don't wanna hear that fake shit no more)

Is this hip-hop? spitting out a sentence,
Though i don't follow trends or the dress sense.
Am i hip-hop? i don't feel it,
Just feel what i feel and i'm real it's, hip-hop (hip-hop)
Its in my presence, so i don't need trends or the dress sense
I am hip-hop, and you feel this,
S.o.s. the people going to hear this

(sample)
Now i'm just getting warmed up

(werd)
Yeah, and i'd rather be chav than a hip-hop head
I don't wear a cap, talk black, instead,
Call me a ned, is it getting through?
My whole life don't follow what i listen too
And i just follow my heart,
If its hip-hop, i just follow the art

I got one pc, one mic and a mic stand
Padding on the walls in a booth where i might stand
One emcee with a pad i just write jams
Son can't be nothing else get it right bam
Might tan, one more bottle then i'm hyped i'm
Never calling quits i just spit and i'm fighting
Like i'm tyson, speaking real nice man
Give me your ear, listen clear it's a flight plan
So i'm a try this, this my pilot
First episode written high with a fly script
Buy this, because i can see it in my iris
Third eye sees all the dreams i will die with
Why's this? that the wisest demise
Those eyes on the prize i will never reach the sky, sigh
Underground's what we got,
So i guess in the end i am hip-hop

(and i have seen) sos, untitled scot
Nasty p, werd, i just follow my heart
I just follow the art (i just follow the art)
I just follow my heart (ha) hip-hop i just follow the art

Is it hip-hop? am i hip-hop?