Lyrics:
Genauso wie die Video-Auswahl
Niemand hat mich gepusht außer realem Hip-Hop
Freezy on top, es gibt nichts
Was das Feeling noch toppt
Vierzigtausend verkauft
for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys pop
Get your tick tock from this hip hop, any day
It's like this nigga, it's on, toilet
The Hip-Hop commandments
Keep it real represent like
Our fucking dads' did
Our elders, our betters
The ones who did it first
Pioneers are outta here, stars
a shit
I'm painting a picture just like the lord
Man I'm writing these stories just for the poor
Now can we all afford a brand new clause
Hip or hop man,
clubs in Milwaukee inspired by the group called the Schemers
We were young dreamers
Hip-hop evangelism to the non-believers
Planet Patrol Afrika Bambaataa
suit's and boots was the gear
Of fly bands and hip hop stars of the year
"Hey-ho" when rockin' on the
Street was the show
When the people clapped but they
and got his car towed away
Damn
I refuse to leave this block I know
You want me to stop I
Won't quit till I'm on top hip
Hop don't pay me i
Refuse to leave
One, two, three/
Mos Def and Talib Kweli/
We came to rock it on to the tip-top/
Best alliance in hip-hop, wo-ahh/
I said, one, two, three/
Black Star
the background
For a factory manufacturing pop clowns
That's what happens when ll ain't around
The pop stars flooding and the hip hop drowns
Dj suffer while
WHERE MY HIP HOP GO
I SEE THE HIP HOP GROWTH
THIS HIP HOP SHOW
AIN’T ENOUGH SO HERE I GO
TO RIP MY FLOW
TO GET MY DOUGH
THIS ENCORE
HIP HOP
for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys pop
Get your tick tock from this hip hop, any day
It's like this nigga, it's on, toilet
Pop star, same shit
Rock star, same shit
Hip Hop star, same shit
EDM star, it’s all the same
Painters paint the same shit
Photographers take the same
is Hip and Hop
So I grin, pretend I don't know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they call you Hip?"
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip
and end this life big
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit
Queens, by any means
Serve any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But like steam I will rise to
The top to redeem the cream
For niggas who fiend for hip hop
I
my head won't stop
Where's my moms and my pops and what about hip-hop
I'm pickin' up things that could be of use to me
Too build a makeshift crib
towards you with power like forest do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm exploring you
Some wack niggas be cool, with them, I stay cordial
see
But until you cleanse yourself is when you'll see Hip Hop is free
And by Hip Hop I mean your everything, wait
Whut am I talking about? nobodies
Now close the books, turn out the lights, dream until the morning bright
Twinkle, twinkle hip and hop, said now you got the groove don't stop
Sing your
Hip hop mentality was big themes
Big dreams Wu Tang nigga talking big cream
Illmatic flows conjured up the big scenes
Big pimpin boats all on the big
More power to you, but power by whom
Powered by us, standing together
The Power’s in you
My voice is a power, Hip Hop is the vessel
I’ll power the youth
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr.
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr.
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
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