Lyrics:
Christian bitch right from the back, I got her cursing
Hop up in that loud ass track hawk and I'm swerving
Hopped up in that SRT, the hellcat bitch I'm
about that
[R. Kelly]
Say lady, I'm liking what I see
Come on and talk to me baby, baby, baby
Can't you see one night is all I need
We'll go
We don't live for Hip-Hop, It lives for us
It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro'
Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go
about thug shit
?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit
Now it's a symphony
Without me on it, it ain't a symphony
My crew shit on cats
My hip-hop, is quarantined locked inside the detox
Under keep lock, it's like b-block and E-Glocks
You're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail
I
who be after me
No one's better at writing songs
I'm the Hip-hop Messi
The savior of Rap Music
And i was saved by Jesus
Him and God only one above me
to take hip-hop back, that's what's happenin
Proficiency and ingenuity
Plus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-tary
In poetry my formula's deadly
Bring your
of me selling concentrate
These rappers talk crowns but
I’d rather talk fear villian like candyman
Say my name and I’ll appear
No weapon formed against me
As I rock, hip-hop, non-stop and make you dance and have a question
Are you still in a trance?
En ingles o español, come quieran el ritmo
Muevan sus
She My Lil rider , Got her foot on they necks, Ready to meet me when I hop off the Jet.
She Call me up , to make it get wet. she my right hand
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
hop
Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop
Of course we don't flip flop
If you don't know me by now, I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a GRAMMY,
understand but I'll run some
Over 'cause well I'm the fun one
Come as a nun, priest say I'm done
Down bad come son lets shun one
Talk much Zivy gon' gun some
porque ustedes siempre están dormidos
It's time to bring the real hip-hop back
So put your hands in the air and watch me break this track
DJ, MC,
The return of the hip hop ammadeus
Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama
Streets prounounce me dead [x6]
I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
I say
Mass information assimilation got me filled with
Highly volatile hostile crazy wild ill shit
Cold rhymes get laced by the sick slang singer
doubting is for real but go on and live your passion
There’s a thousand fucking haters tryna hold me back
But that shit come with the talent til the ego snap
Hip hop, a way of life
Chosen by the ghetto youth out of necessity
It involves graffiti, deejaying, breakdancing and emceeing
Which all rely
greater
That’s dark Pop ? Fuck off
My category isn’t pure Pop, Hip Hop
Shut the fuck off
Just listen
It’s not a fucking rap song
Can you sing like me
Love big L's Hip-Hop & dreaming
i'm tired of sleeping
visions of me on the stage preaching
they wont believe me
but fuck that just sit back while i play
Let someone come try me though
This Draco keep on hip please
Do not not come and test me wow
Mama say boy listen
But you don't so say no more
I just
your spots
Cause Hip Hop lives and breathes like I do
Choking cats like asthma, vaporizing crews
I’m the underground, believe in me dude
Psycho,
hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit
That's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit
So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles
The ones who knows about flows
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
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