Blame It on the Hip Hop (feat. Jered Sanders)

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Kj-52 & Goldinchild

KJ-52 & Goldinchild is a musical duo consisting of KJ-52 and Goldinchild. KJ-52 is an American Christian rapper known for his witty lyrics and positive message. Goldinchild is also a Christian rapper, and together they have collaborated on various songs within the Christian hip hop genre. more »

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Came in the 80s but born in the 70's 
Raised on radio rakim and eric B 
Chuck d and BDP that was my therapy 
Blasting in my headphones to hear what they telling me  
But apparently currently all i'll ever see 
Is running from these bullies in the hood trying to get at me
Late nights scaring me gun shots a melody 
Came up dead last kind of like the letter z
And all my neighbors got a felony
And all my teachers do is yell at me
But I don't know where in hell i'd be 
If Jesus didn't step in and kick the sin out of me
I found a recipe and remedy  
So rest in peace to every little piece of the older me  
So when it's over and ya bury me  
Leave the mic in my hand so i died as an emcee 

If my hat's to the left you can blame it on the hip hop 
If I got a way that I step you can blame it on the hip hop
And if I keep my kicks fresh you can blame it on the hip hop 
If my life is so blessed you can blame it on the hip hop 
If its still about lyrics blame it on the hip hop 
If your raps I don't feel it blame it on the hip hop 
And if i still wanna kill it blame it on the hip hop 
Father Son and the Spirit they be reigning in my hip hop

Born in the 80s raised in the 90s 
Grew up on that Wu-tang slang and straight grimy 
Find me in the cipher spitting freestyles 
Emcees all around like a swarm of killer bees 
Protect your neck bars are sharp like killer teeth 
Claim you got game son I got skill 
Sure you pop steel when you cop that deal 
Uou is not real and my crew does not feel 
These studio thugs cause the block is too real 
The truth was revealed when the blood got spilled 
Aggression pressing wrong buttons stop fronting 
Top and cutting to the bone home sharpen rhymes 
Microphone firearms stay out of harms way 
Lyrical bullets watch what God say when I pull it 
No ducking just busting goldin tongue flow smooth on percussion 
Rip through your tissue hit you direct in your heart muscle 
In the midst of the struggle you say uncle 
You've overpowered by a circumstance 
We advance forward never quit be here to the end of it 
Remember this Ak when I spit like this you can blame it on the hip hop 

I been around it bro
Way before the lobes knew of the rocks or Rolls
Betty Crocker though, use it for pasta bowls
The pros spewing to lock and load
Cock the four, flu game, get a shot for those
Just another slight, cocky male
Rocking over beat box battles and cafeteria acapelles
You could prolly tell back when I was prolly 12
I was a number one chief rocka, popping my lapel
Head knocking over Rock The Bells
Switching accents, to track suits, Applejack and a blocky cell
Scarface, Hugh Heffy with a few models
Some Esco, Big Poppa, and a lotta L
Only Mac I knew, coming wit gun powder
And spitting a lot of babble outta one tower
But I ain't worried about a God MC
Cause the God, JC got the globe and He runs ours

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