Текст песни Cipher Complete - Bring Hip Hop Back
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Cipher Complete is blowin east, west, north, and south, yo[check, check, check, check this out][Verse 1]It`s like one is for the gods, two is for the earthsThree is for the seeds to whom we give birthRespects to New York, y`all did it firstBut now we bout to show the world what Jersey`s worthHere`s the facts, cats makin pretty ass tracksAnd I aint goin to relax til they bring back waxAll y`all frontin ass labels who don`t sign real actsNow y`all know why so many of us blacks sling cracksWanna stop this? sign me on your shit and let me drop thisBet you make a profit, cuz niggas gon cop thisThe way we used to do it, shit is stuck to itNiggas sound so R&B it sound like I could FUCK to itI aint tryin to see this hip hop shit get vanishedCrossover niggas, y`all can eat a DICK sandwichRap is like a set up KRS already told yaPeace to real soldiers of this hip hop cultureCHORUS:We gottaBring Hip Hop Back [4X][Verse 2]Yo, now here`s the verdict, all commercial cats gettin murderedThese pre school raps in they songs are wrongly worded?Some kids on the block asked a mutt said he`s fat?You couldn`t make a sell if they pressed your shit on crackPicture that, how the fuck you ever gon blowWhen you jump style to style tryin to steal niggas` flowAnd speak about Moet you aint even sipped yetHow you trickin on dimes but can`t get your dick wetI can`t forget, these record labels seein statsOnly sign a nigga if they glorifyin black on blackWsup wit that? I can`t understand whySongs gettin played nowaday be killin my highAnd it`s official, y`all niggas frontin that`s the issueAnd everytime you try to touch the mic I`ma diss youNiggas is sweet, surprised you gotta get hardBring your rap back like Wu did Wallabee ClarksCHORUS[Verse 3]Ayo, keep this thought, on your motherfuckin mindIt`s too many niggas seein light who really can`t shineY`all better get a grip, cuz my shit tight thickElectrifyin like the third rail did Ramone and SpitNiggas seein platinum hits, but aint verbally fitGettin rich real quick offa some bullshitIt`s like this, the devil got this whole game fixedAnd that`s the industry`s rule number 666Of this rap shit I will never let go, niggas is petrolOf a slim nigga dipped in eckoA label shouldn`t be a label if they don`t let the best blowI`m bout to knock y`all off the board like the game of chess goBring it back[Verse 4]To the real hip hop heads that battle for the doughBut now niggas spend years on gimmicks tryin to blowPosin wit gats, wearin funny type hats? clothes tryin to pose like the MacThat shit is wack, I`m bout to knock you off the mapYour songs couldn`t slam if you alleyooped to ShaqSo face the facts, the god`s knockin it downMakin sure `bout two thou these cats aint aroundAnd it`s feel, cuz lyrically you gotta have skillsIf I start namin names niggas wouldn`t have dealsAnd that`s real, so next time you writin your rhymeMake sure you reperesentin hip hop in every lineCHORUS[Jeru sample]"and we brought hip hop back home that night, one day"