Hip-Hop
Dead Prez
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It's bigger than hip hop It's bigger than hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain White folks say it controls yo' brain I know better than that, that's game And we ready for that two soldiers head of the pack Matter of fact, who got the Gat and where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll Whether your project's put on hold In the real world; these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Against the real world (against the real world) It's bigger than all these fake-ass records When po' folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work, then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter Or you want to just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop It's bigger than hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gon' get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for y'all all my dogs stay real Nigga, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds And pay your bills, because they not MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' 'bout how much money they got all y'all records sound the same I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material Y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice, a dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace, or freedom Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake This real hip-hop and it don't stop 'Til we get the po-po off the block, they call it Hip hop It's bigger than hip hop D.P.'s got that crazy shit We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit D.P.'s got that crazy shit We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit D.P.'s got that crazy shit We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit D.P.'s got that crazy shit We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit D.P.'s got that crazy shit We keep it crunk-up
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Written by: Andrew Mair, Gavin Clayton, Lavonne Alford, Vonkelli Williams, Clayton Angelo Gavin
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