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Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I
Boom Bap Bop
Verse 1: (Cas Santos)
Hip hop Turning 50 and I gotta pay homage
I fell in love as a shorty soaking up the knowledge
KRS used to teach
on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop
Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O
Look
Aye
This hip hop shit
Is embedded in me
This Real Rap shit
Is embedded in me
Boom bap nigga
When I'm on the fuckin' beat
Aye
Boom
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Delivering my sermons with my crucifix inverted
The Phantom of Hip Hopera has risen at last
To take back this Hip Hop music wearing
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
Listen all you dissing, I got something to say
There's a better way and it goes this way
Terminate all violence in the world of hip hop
Keep it up
fans like an attention seeker
And that's that hip hop status and service announcement
Delivered by yours truly STK
As far as I know, this rap tin no be
Ever since the dawn of a new era, known as Hip-Hop A.D
After 2Pac and Biggie Smalls unsolved shmurdas
The genre of rap music has searched for its
hip, hop, never will I stop
Protect and serve you like Robocop
Well my name is E in the place to be
I like to drink cold old, forties
Drink until
mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
I'm coming in smooth, rocking this hip-hop music just the way you like
Telling all
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Yo Aceyalone do ya know, do ya
hip hop right and it live inside
I bring the heat like spoeltra no wade gon play
Drop the beef on your doorstep like omaha steaks
U s of a red white
nature
When she see the guys
Hip hop horray like we in 95’
I mean 93 hope they
Don’t feel deprived
They tellin lies
They wasn’t true to the game
Disrespect
without a front
Truth
As a matter of fact this little snack, candy, and chip shop
Is closed for business
Let’s get back to the hip hop
half Chicano i'm off white
Hip hop ain't seen my kind, i'll wait it's alright
I'm far right, not political i'm um like
Out of your reach, hours
we stood at the
Crossroads
90's hip hop was the future foretold, years later, poisonous digital downloads
Changed the street code, the beautiful
Music was my first love
The one that never left me
And hip-hop was there
When the weight of life was hefty
Pac taught me to keep my head up
Learned
this tryin' to dismantle all the lyricists
Catch the cock but not he cold cock of a double barrel
'Cause you cuttin' us off like Hunt's disease by bone
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Well, what the hell, I mean I ain't complaining
But, how come you don't place us in the hip-hop conversation?
They just look back with
[Talib Kweli]
Yo you sent out the signal right?
And this is what happened
The voice of Hip Hop got heard
Never comprimised this is how we put it down
grace of a goose and the power of Zeus
To crumble the Hordes of Brutes trying ruin the roots
of Hip-Hop with pish-posh hollers and hoots
Whose only
and swapped for 'em
They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
Made 'em break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was blarin' through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police" like cop
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