Lyrics:
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
it, spend dough like a hip hop star
Big houses, French poodle, fish tanks with my baracudas (Baracudas)
Canopy bed, well I'm a mova
Mid-West, fuck
I conflict with those who are tricked by the gimmick market and can't think
with logic. Logics are in the distance so I'm makin a pop hit hip hop is
I got munchies
Seein' the money it's helping me strive
(I'm living my alive)
She not comin home if she hop in this ride
Look at the diamonds they
the swag
Turn ups are played out I don’t want you to twerk
If a lady wants molly I give her the work so you work for this money or get you a job
It’s Hip Hop
Everything I've ever wanted is in a hip hop beat
Forgive the braggadocio but there were so many years where I felt so low
So I hid in shame
The new generation, the elders even let us down
..too hip hop for the community
Too secular for the hip hop community to know what to do with me
They
Wherever Hip-Hop was born
We goin' back home
The DNA genome, we goin' back home
We goin' back, goin' back home
Aliens implanted humans with microchips
Check
rethink
They tryna float on all my waves so now I’m making em sink
See they was up but now it’s dimes time they taking a seat
Hip hop is weak in terms
You feel like dessert
When I am near you
Hop in the seat let's ride in my whip
I swear the seat was made for your hips
I think it's time that we take
And all respect due to the regiments of the steel
Assemble!
Word, this is goin out to some hip-hop greats, yaknowhatI'msayin
Rakim and.. Chuck D
[Chubb
But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent streak
Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet
Probably gotta be 'bout as high
hard
You don't even have to be a hip hop star
See, anyone can do it, all you need is style
Listen up, people gang, I'm a show you how
Your hands
hell's kitchen, ugh
And I'm so, I'm so hot, hot, ya'll burnin' up, HOT
I step in, it's like the wedding between Hope and Armaggedon
The Hip Hop Moses
Lyte]
We jammin' on the for the daughters and sons
The struggle is not over until the battle is won
Hip-Hop is life but it ain't all to me
Now where
girl! You're my joy, happiness that you bring
Turn the fall back to spring girl, you're my bling
You a hip-hop song I heard for the first time time
Who you gon call, when you fall, money be flowing Like my bitches, hop on a jet, we take off
From the floor to the wall, Who you gon call, When you
it's a lot of little yous
But they not original and they not identical
They just studied your flows and they watched your interviews
That's when hip hop
we missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
Now Star is mad I won't grant him a interview
Now he's dissing me cause he dissed you
put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop
nothing nice bout the gleek I leak through my gat
My hip-hop pioneers tote gats sip knack
Yeah I'm different I ain't tripping if I don't fit in
But its 92
can't believe I'm still hot, I got 'em irate
The hip hop boss of the Empire State
Cats never front on me, they know I drive weight
He's the best that
the trey
Hip hop another way
Cuz I'm really not flashy
You will never catch me
Battling like come at me
I can spit it raspy
But I'm comfortable relaxing
[Verse One: Q-Unique]
Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan from the providence of hip-hop
Do bodily damage like a combination kick-chop
Teacher Sifu Herc
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