Lyrics:
wanna get too close, do the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My Hip Hop drops on your head
hop
Well then you're not a real hip hop MC
If you're not in tune to this total bliss
Now a days a lot of rappers I like to diss
'Cause yo, all up
years ago I was chopping O's
Now I get pile money to rock a show, the OG's like "Little pappa go"
Fly to H-town just to hip hop a dose, oh, I'm too
souvan
Domi yo pa janm fon
E fok nou reveye'n
Manman eske wap tande?
Map fè hip hop
Mespere ke wap tande
Map fè hip hop
Mesye ranje konn tande
Mpral fè hip
Oh, I feel hot then again why not
This ain't pop, it's hip-hop
And got a lot to rock to, dip and dop to
You don't have to, but you probably
hop
Well then you're not a real hip hop MC
If you're not in tune to this total bliss
Now a days a lot of rappers I like to diss
'Cause yo, all up
coś wychodzi
Peją nie zostaniesz od najlepszej swej nagrywki
Na to trzeba pracy by się kurwa coś zmieniło
Większość coś próbuje napierdalać to co umie
farmer man.
Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the farmer man.
I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit
it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain't gon' solve 'em, 'cause I probably did it too
Because of you,
list
Fuck you, hip hop, I'm leavin' you
My life sentence is served, bitch
And it's just
Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase, twenty-five
Heh, is that right?
The funky funky flute is just what Jimmy gave ya
But witta hip-hop flavor
On ya radio, stereo and your compact
I'm only
Kolejne preteksty by poruszyć trudny temat
Czym Hip hop jest? To kultura a nie ściema
Nie mam za grosz szacunku dla człowieka który kłamie
Że jak ja zna ten
the hardcore wherever you at, yeah
[Immortal Technique]
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been realer
Volume 2 shot up the president like a gorilla
New
everybody fucked up
I can't imagine no less
But it don't take imagination
To know niggas been bless with
Hip-Hop
Before we go
Can you imagine?
Picture years,
wanna get too close, do the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My Hip Hop drops on your head
lesson, yo
Hey, hip-hop speaks from Heaven
Tell me who you repping
Yo, this another lesson, yo
So when I think of California
I'm seeing Eazy-E
When I think
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
rappers like us 'Cause we different we claim hip to the game like the name of that song by Lord Finesse
An artist that we attest and esteem encouraging
or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like
the score, 'cause we done dropped some (yeah, 21, 21, 21)
Nigga doin' too much ridin', they gon' hop some (hop some)
We just hit they block with
Rap game Mount Rushmore, they carving out my face
I done seen fly by nights on the cover of source and XXL
Me and hip-hop thought about getting
like lava, like lava
Heated like a sauna
Penetrating through your body armor
Rhythmically we massage ya
With hip hop mixed up with samba
With samba
Been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind
I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine
Streets is Hip-hop and I'm
a classic medley
Me? I'm not B-E T or M T-V, I'm H-IP H-O-P
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