Lyrics:
[Ras Kass]
I was lyrically Hip Hop's top 5, before two of my niggas died
Syntax a deep impact Bruce Willis couldn't survive
A strange death, since
hip hop for eva
For eva for eva eva for eva eva neeerd
What up hoes du står up though
Føler meg good fuck it det er en ny dag in the hood
Jeg er mad
ship makers
Truth being leaked from the shakers
Being twisted from hip hop traitors
Glorified fakers leaching off d' greatest
Album dropped
Featuring
need no validation i can't purchase any beat with everybody's confirmation
Look
Yeah i'm a star made of star stuff i be more like sirius address me by
to fuck me
Hold it down follow by the book
Five star buddy not a rook
Never gonna leave without a look
But they gon' have to find me
Hunnid shots
the other way
You on defense I still offensively move till you erased
Like I'm ready to detonate and explode
You get dismissed if you ain't hip to my
know our pace
Once you say it's on I hop up
That's the cue to embrace
I can't stop the energy inside
I ascend to the stars when our lights collide
I
is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that played, in fuckin' up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than
you go to church, then hip-hop won't like you
I feel like a giant on a worldwide stage
But at the same time trapped in a real tight cage
With no way
Before politics, arguing real vs radio hits
It's all Hip Hop, you can't divide what ain't different
Don't like all underground music, I don't hate all
known he wasn't gonna
Go to the yard
Man don't let them niggas fool you Cass'
I am hip hop, you talkin' Wild 'N Out
Man battlin' got me this spot
Big
Tok dance (yeah)
I just wrote bars on a beat to go hard
For myself and the sake of hip hop, man (wooh)
So they say I've been crazy
Like as if I got
dropped, 'cause you ain't the star
You didn't go pop, just straight up hip hop, time to get a mop
'Cause without no promotion, of course sales drop
Peep
And they hate you, 'cause they say, you ain't pay dues
And was stealin' and robbin' them
I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve
Hip-hop been dead, we
is man shit a hip hop trip
On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped
Got out psyched down on that turnpike
I knew this Philly who just
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
Queensbridge
Hip hop was set out in the dark
They used to do it out in the park
Every place they said his
Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight
across the equator with something major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone
Minds blown by the millions jus' for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just
know shit about no choppin' rocks
But what you know about Hip Hop Shops rockin' spots?
When you're the only white boy up in that bitch just rippin'
are
I meant I like the way your
Titties sit up in your bra
Everything I said in your ear by the bar
Was just to get you in the
Back seat of my car
walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa sh-, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab,
now, with the sound straight underground
Putt'n it down, lift up this jewel that I have found
And pass it around, flowing against the crowd
Hip-hop
know how to breathe
Just rela-a-a-a-ax, Just relax baby
Hop on over while we play the Hip Hop beats
Ohh what a tre-e-eat
Oh~ DJ just play that good ol’
then sit
Then it would be lit
Cuz ion wanna feel unmotivated
I wanna be affiliated with the top hip hop stars
Damn sometimes I feel like I won't fucking
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