Lyrics:
I'd sit and write rhymes
I can't say, hip-hop is all bad 'cause it isn't
Sometimes it makes me mad and I eject it from my system
This is an art-form,
I'd sit and write rhymes
I can't say, hip-hop is all bad 'cause it isn't
Sometimes it makes me mad and I eject it from my system
This is an art-form,
Boing>
(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)
Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go
[Skinnyman (RZA)]
in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get
Into a pissin' match with this rappity-brat
remember me? (So Icy)
Remember me from TV? Turnin' on yo' TV (ha)
Hip-hop police, say they lookin' after me (no)
How you lookin' after me? You know I had
two 16's a day
Told hip-hop I got you
She kissed my face told me
Don't let nothing stop you
Aye Aye
Apple of my eye
Ain't got none to hide
I can't tell
through the track with a machete
Ready set go
A Derringer cover
Cover me, cover you I'll take it slow and easy, indiscreetly,
I'm completely numb
Come
kick yo ass if you really wanna fuck with me
Honestly all I wanna do is Hip Hop constantly
Probably that ain't what these bitches wanna do
Just
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
tracks be running through UNIT-e in every way
& everyday we drop tracks so that hip-hop lasts
As time passes today makes way for tomorrow
The sorrows
a séance
I'm the one your favorite shouldn't prey on
Can't call me to hop on a track
'cause you know I stay on
My brain switch broke
Made me no joke to fuck
I'ma start with the definition of real hip hop and true raps expression
Inner soul and beliefs through 4 A dat's
Or should I say 32 tracks of inner
I'mma ride or die
And I'd rather die by homicide
Instead of goin' out without a pride
Is there heaven for us hip-hop heathens
Big Pop and Pac, even Eazy
Ladies Stnad A Chance?
I'm Cowboy And I'm Shockin The House
Ya Say, Ya Say 1, 2, 1 more is 3
And Melle Mel, Come On, Whatcha Got For Me?
To The Hip Hop
to the maximum
Sit back, relax, turn off the cartoons
This that Helium hip hop, pop y'all balloons
I shake the ground, make buildings explode
Skyscrapers
hip-hop shit
Yo, murder music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers
All Hip Hop's in a coma... Wonder how'd this blow up
Nobody knows how, yeaaahh baby
Face it, autotune singing rappers are basic
I hate that all this
and a kicker and my rhymes are flawless
So sit back, relax and allow me to rock ya
With a hit that you're gonna get mentally locked to
A hip-hop solid and all
this, I hit the track with unbelievable raps
Fadin' on comers with that inconceivable crap
We the tip-top playa's flipping real hip-hop
In the drop top
the track with a machete
Ready set go
A Derringer cover
Cover me, cover you I'll take it slow and easy, indiscreetly,
I'm completely numb
Come come
Surburban
to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes
Jay throwing shade cause I've been a renegade
This is real hip hop, pull up like who want what
Sippin my Corona with the blood that you coughed up
doin' backflips and tumbles
I rumble through the jungle with Ollie and Frasier
Call me the savior of hip hop
I rip shop and get my proppers
Come get
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