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of the Oscar De La Hoya-Felix Trinidad fight
And Hip-Hop's heavyweight received a nomination
Explained in a recent interview his passion for the art
hip hop come up out of them wack ways
I see you niggas been brainwashed
I'm cut from the cloth that of the shit called hip hop
Don't stop, won't
the first to admit it
How you got punked by hip-hop's greatest
Missy and Lyte bringin' you the latest, yo yo
[Repeat CHORUS]
[Missy]
whack
Now what you hear is what you lack
Take a lil' bit of this a lil' bit of dat
Who dropped the bomb on hip hop
Who got biggie and who shot tupac
show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
[scratches]
"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching
there, over there, put your hands up
Over there, over there, put your hands up (Hip hop)
Put your hands up (Hip hop)
Yeah, put your hands up (Hip hop)
Put
is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop
niggas slammin' her and takin' her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back, hopin' that the shit stop
'Cause who I'm talkin' about, y'all, is hip-hop
more G, 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches
Switchhittin' niggaz will receive no pitches
No diamonds
niggas slammin' her and takin' her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back, hopin' that the shit stop
'Cause who I'm talkin' about, y'all, is hip-hop
przykrością na to patrzę lecz nic nie poradzę
Dalej robię swoje czyli ten rap na zawsze
Myśl co chcesz ale ja wiem jedno
Że Hip Hop to coś co żyje na pewno
Aww isn't this boy givin' them small pimples
In aww 'cause it's sauce, reminisce on Hip-Hop's innocence
Come at 'em from 3 different angles, the art
the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with a whole heap of mystic
So low-key
To ci nie jest obojętne
Musisz przyznać że nie masz gdzieś mnie
Robię ten hip hop kolejną noc
Robię to wszystko by nie mieć dość
A czasami bywa ciężko
Down
Productions
Of course
Our music be thumpin'
Others say their bad
But they're buggin
Let me tell you somethin' now
About hip hop
menagin' black broads
Massage for frauds, I'm livin' large, my fat rocks
It's eat to kill in the field of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped,
the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear
You know I did it
So don't violate or you'll get violated
The Hip-Hop sound is well agitated
more, for their hip-hop dollar, man
And I'm just the rapper to deliver
The rapper that can give a
Funky rhyme, flowing like a river
Silky, silky, kind
Somewhere between...future and classic
Sabbath and Kravitz
Mario and Pacmen
Bring Back Hip-Hop
Bring Back Hip-Hop
Bring Back Hip-Hop
So many memories
Bring
to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
Funk slap bass mixed with the dancehall and
Hip-hop beats and punk guitar and
Deadly on the mic is the one
I make believe (what?)
And you know I'm here to stay 'cause me (why?)
If I was to ever take a leave (what?)
It would be aspirin to break a feve'
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
still pull off a New York walk by
Keep tryin' talk fly
I talk fly, verbalize a pilot
Poetic fertilizer that's lyrical shit
Hip-hop die but we
a nerdy internet computer hip hop head
"Me and you, Clef, we're gonna make some cash"
"Grab this silver paint and just paint my ass"
Hey, mister, would
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