เพลง Hip Hop (hip-hop Remix)

เนื้อเพลง Hip Hop (hip-hop Remix)

It´s Bigger Than Hip-Hop (hip-hop Remix) (featuring Tahir and People´s Army) - Dead Prez

Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2

Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh

All my dogs

It's bigger than hip hop,

hip hop, hip hop, hip

It's bigger than hip hop,

hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, one thing 'bout music

When it hit you feel no pain

White folks says it controls your 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 than not react

Back the beats it don't reflect

On how many records get sold

On sex, drugs, and rock and 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

Again the real world (world)

It's bigger than all these fake ass records

When poor 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, lighter,

flame ignitor, crowd exciter

Or you wanna just get high

Then just say it

But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire

Wolf-cry agent with a wire

 

I'm gon' know it when I play it

It's than bigger hip hop,

hip hop, hip hop, hip

It's bigger than hip hop,

hip hop, hip hop, hip

 

Who shot Biggie Smalls

If we don't get them

They gonna 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

Gonna feed your seeds

And pay your bills because they not

MC's get a little bit of love

and think they hot

Talkin' 'bout how much money they got

Nigga all y'all records sound the same

I 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, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It's bigger than hip hop,

hip hop, hip hop, hip

It's bigger than hip hop,

hip hop, hip hop, hip

It's bigger than hip hop,

hip hop, hip hop

 

DP's got that crazy shit

we keep it crunk up

John Blaze'd and shit what

DP's got that crazy shit

we keep it crunk up

John Blaze'd and shit

DP's got that crazy shit

we keep it crunk up

John Blaze'd and shit

1, 2, 1, 2

DP's got that crazy shit

we keep it crunk up

John Blaze'd and shit

 

DP's got that crazy shit

we keep it crunk up

 

They call it

 

Fake, fake, fake records

 

 

 

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