Lyrics:
that I will be an artifact before I'm 30
But nowadays hip-hop becomes political that's why I'm cynical
And this condition's gettin' critical
Streams
ain't seen, every goodbye ain't gone
Ain't no rest for the weary yo forever it's on
The Manifesto, establishes a hip-hop order
Movin upon the face
-girls that pop and lock
They're able to rock the spot, passers by that stop and jock
Cats that come to a hip-hop spot
without feelin the need to cop
gib' Respekt ich bring' Hip-Hop back
Bin wie Rick Ross - fett (whou)
Wir sind jetzt Rockstars wie Kid Rocks Band
Ich bin back und bleib' für immer hier
the president
To move a mountain
Contemprary art deco
We keep the shit rockin' like the dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit like it's our
hip-hop retrieval
I hold illegal like them coppers
Hold weasels to Squeal
This one for my people, heading to the top
No re do thinking up evil but see no
[Joell Ortiz:]
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother
My mind hovers
the course we would take
Was out of hands, that's where it all came together
Same visions of changing the face of Hip-Hop forever
In this place that we're
unnecessary
Rapping till I'm legendary
I'll be rapping till you wrapping up your capillaries
Hope your veins pop pop though this Hip-Hop
I pop shots through
what I hate is
Lofi hip hop and calm rap music,
I hate when people say "I find it therapeutic
I like the chill vibes, I like the slow pace"
I'm about
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Yo Aceyalone do ya know, do ya
It's just hip-hop hangin' in my head heavy
Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready
For the half" when we comin' with the action pack
On some
It's jazzy, hip-hop hanging in my head heavy
Malik said "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready, for the half"
Boy, we comin' with the action pack
offended, then I got you by Hip-Hops' collar
'Cause Bugus told me that only a hit-dog hollers
Top dollars what they pay me for the flows now-a-days
Free
And I brought the bars to build a cell
And I'm still the sickest kid who's skill is ill as hell
I fucked the game like a villain when I'm killing ya
Hip
lighter
Can't rekindle my fire
Cause my passion
Stopped igniting
I watched
Storytelling drop
And metaphors stop
Said to say it love
But I am hip hop
specialize
I be the respirator so hip hop is kept alive
So many niggas buggin' me I need a fuckin' pesticide
Pete Rock murderville keep the joint on smash
just isn't meant to be; maybe you ain't special
But you can get it; you hate this, do it better
One, two, bring it to the top
Hip-Hop hopscotch, kick it
Or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
But you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
rapping sh-t
Most of this hip hop is buttocks
Little nigs glued to the YouTube for gluteus
Mumbling and fumbling over words
Bro the foolishness
Blame
supernova just this once
Usually hit bunts i'm due for some home runs
Cuz i pimp hits, say baby sip this
Vip it for free, cool like the sickest kids
Poppin
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
the clock, it's almost time to close up shop
But we got to hip hop harder
Wiz, you and Stan, look out for my father
Kid, make sure ain't nothing been broken
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