Lyrics:
Because I'm the DJ, and he's the rapper
Mesmerised my eyes by the turntable platter, what
Hip hop, hip hop running
Hip hop, hip hop running
In my blood
Hip
around
Dont lamp wit a freestyle phantom aint tryin to be handsome
Shrinkin what ya thinkin cause Im vampin
[chorus:]
I live and die for hip hop
This is
Saddam by the blow up in cmerica, nigga
[Hook]
Yeah,
Whatever happens to your Hip Hop, Doh?
Whatever happens to your Hip Hop, Doh?
Whatever happens
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Come on
This is hip hop, M-C's get busy
It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped
You're listening to slanged out goodies
Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to hip-hop so
Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I
right, I'm more likely wrong
Get a new place there by the sea
Love and hip hip is all I need
Where you see greed you won't see me
All I need is free
Get
Decisions
(It's on you)
I'll because you whined for me
You got those gifted hips
Girl you never slip
Any given night is like the lottery
(At the club)
Your
to the legions of the wack now listen
What is hip-hop if it ain’t revolution?
What is hip-hop if there ain’t evolution?
What is hip-hop that ain’t part
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
Morgellons in your kosher food
What the fuck is even kosher food?
Third generation crops won't produce
Be careful who you keep close to you
I'm from
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
supper
Tupperware in the cupboard, plasticware up the
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the f- is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
Black on black love
And respect check
Single minded focus
For the nation yes
What they meant for evil
Shall be blessed digress
Black Panther
Malcom X
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper-class?
Oh would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?
A mule is
across the sea because of capitalism
So what are we doing, not using that? Yo, what a-
You borrow bread and I give you? You know what I mean?
Mandem is
, what it is, what it is)
It's a funky and low-down feelin'
(What it is) move your hips from left to right
(What it is) what it is
Is I might be
the streets
What you see on TV is a lie
That's not something you wanna live or pattern your life by
But, huh that's too much preachin' ain't it?
You don't
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, why'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it,
up on love
Born in a black sheet. Grew into a outlaw
Death before dishonor. Living by the thug law
Got me looking in my rearview trying to figure what
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