This Is Hip Hop

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Tru & Livin'

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I don't even care right now, this is the last one, man, this is the last one right here now
I go all the way the f*ck in, coming back out, and then I'm gone, straight up
Live in stereo, yea, yea, yea, but you don't hear me, though
Spit it clearly, so you can hear me, though, yea, Tru & Livin
Real music from M.C's that's been through it.., I got anger problems, man

The omnipotent, omni-potent, magnificent
Sentences get meticulously woven together, the lines are intricate
It ain't no future in your frontin', dog, c'mon
Nobody cares how hard you to swear to God you are
'Cuz at the end of the day, your days are numbered
When the average age of your fan base is 18 and under
A fan is a reflection of the artist, aren't we
Responsible for how we representing on beat?
I'm an extension of the greats that came before me
In the name of hip hop, I give thanks, praise, and glory
To the pioneers, o-riginators, straight scientists
Innovators, who started breakdancing and tryna spit
A-wa, a-wa, 1-2! The turntable scratch
Bombing trains was my shit, I'll spray paint your ass
This is hip-hop, deep in the house
Mutha f*ck your weak beats, skinny jeans and your blouse
Tru & Livin', baby
The underground has spoken

Half you mutha fuckaz, sleeping, dreaming, and don't even know it
Niggaz think they hot, I bet they keep you smoking
Bitch, you just a tool used for market and promotion
I see the omen by the way you be maneuverin'
That's why I speak the truth to let you know just who you foolin' with
Man, my whole life was a test and it's a great day to die
Give my body some rest
Set my energy free, 'cuz I ain't tryin' to stress
And I don't give a f*ck about that shit you tryin' to stress, look
I think for myself, drink by myself, f*ck it
I always keep it one hundred and stay productive
And niggaz used to tell me I should dumb my shit down
Them same niggaz' rhymes sound like the sign of the times
But I'm original, glide over beats like a roller blade
And still spit like it's the golden age

This is hip hop
In case you don't know it when you hear it
It emits its own energy, vibes a little different then you might be used to
It exudes its own spirit, so tap into my frequency and try and feel this
We like to say we live it, 'cuz whenever you hear us rappin'
Our rhymes are based on shit that really happens
Your shit is unintelligent, over-embellished and irrelevant
Under-developed, inarticulate with speech impediments
Delusional, your tales are unlikely and far-fetched
Grizzileo, nothin' like me, 'bout as raw as it gets
A mic fiend, rap junkie, flow addict
Had to get my ducks in a row, before having another go at it
So now we're here, funky fresh in full effect
And like we used to say back in the day, we stupid def
The middle school vets, our early shit's on cassette
And other rappers can't stand us, but they give us respect
'Cuz this is hip hop

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