Lyrics:
a commoneer (Nah)
Or should I say common? I put the U-N in uncommon
I'm lawless, regardless hip hop's been lost and I'm here for adoption
A new millennial
one for your dome
Niggas must understand it's
Hip-hop full blown!
Gimme the mic (what) I'mma stay shittin'
I'ma stay rippin' and banana clip spittin'
to bury the hatchet
The Blastmaster, with the Black Bastard, a classic
This is one for your dome
Niggaz must understand, it's hip-hop full blown
Gimme
[Chorus: x2]
Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life; my blood, sweat, and tears
Hip-hop's bad
instead of letting me school em on the cheese
They go to school on the cheese
Never be hip-hop honorees, I squeeze
Leave these wannabes to die, see ya,
But i'm not feeling your mix tape brother
I think you made a big mistake brother
You're not hip-hop that's a piss take brother
Yeah, I like your mix
the rhythm it was true religion we came towards
When Sylvia Robinson became a hip hop mogul
Who could've known we'd ever reach the tip top total
Or how one
to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
Supa duper star
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
Supa duper star
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
snatchers
But you know what?
We love hip hop
Stop, please stop please
Okay here we go
Holding my raps
Olden is golden and black
Extolling virtues
them ass and hips
By the way you make me want to leave the one I'm wit
Take the spot of being my "down ass bitch"
Baby murder me, heh
The way I
Swear I'm done with the games that Shìt OV, aye
I'm ballin hard, they watching me from the nosebleeds
Hop in the stu and I turn to a whole beast
Used
chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads,
yards
Everybody four stars, Rae like forty
Jewelry gaudy
Your creature game corny, I eat your dame
You hop up on me
Head off the rip, grab the whip
Rest
[Intro: Kid Capri]
Oh yeah.. as we celebrate hip-hop, baby
Oh yeah.. as we celebrate hip-hop, baby, whoa
Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid
the Plan A
Hip hop was my Plan B
But then I got up on the damn stage
And everybody was like damn B
On a level what they can't be
Khaligraph you the man G
Now
[Interlude]
Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, why'know?
When I do
of rock and roll
We got preacher men who want to save your soul
Got the motorcity with the Motown beat
Get hip to the beat on the hip hop street
Stars
it
Whether you Crip blue or
A nigga that hemorrhage
My penmanship is like me and
Langston combined to the hip
And my hip to the hop don’t stop as I
and build a basis
Treaded the sandhills, hip hop is my oasis
[Verse One]
It all began up in 100 dwight
When my uncle younganutt handed me my first mic
At 13
A masterpiece inside of me
I'm not a puppet (Puppet)
But what if I play the part
Then it all becomes art
I'll call it Pop art
Hip hop mixed with pop
I
Countercultures of the world
Unite, unite
Punk rock and hip hop
Unite, unite
Art stars and gang stars
Unite, unite
Drug cartels of the world
features
That used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip-top and I won't stop
To be the master, in the field of hip-hop
I did that, and got
broke into the game with a crowbar
Top the charts, Hip Hop ain't the same we the new stars
Rock stars, look at all my chains call them ice pops
Ring
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