Текст песни Dead Prez - Hip-Hop, слова песни Dead Prez

Текст песни Dead Prez - Hip-Hop

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Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uhAll my dogs...[Hook]It`s bigger than..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..It`s bigger than..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip-hop[M1]Uh, one thing `bout music when it hit you feel no painWhite folks say it controls yo` brainI know better than that, that`s gameAnd we ready for that - two soldiers head of the packMatter of fact, who got the gat?And where my army at? Rather attack and not reactBack to beats, it don`t reflect on how many records get soldOn sex, drugs and rock `n` rollWhether your project`s put on holdIn the real world; these just people with ideasThey just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappearAgainst the real world *echos*It`s bigger than all these fake-ass recordsWhen po` folks got the millions and my woman`s disrespectedIf you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relaxJust do what you got to do; if that don`t work, then kick the factsIf you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciterOr you wanna jus` get high, then just say itBut then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit` a wireI`m gon` know it when I play it[Hook][stic.man]Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?If we don`t get them, they gon` get us allI`m down for runnin` up on them crackers in they city hallWe ride for y`all - all my dogs stay realNigga, don`t think these record deals gon` feed your seedsAnd pay your bills, because they notMCs get a little bit of love and think they hotTalkin` `bout how much money they got; all y`all records sound the sameI`m sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radioSame scenes in the video, monotonous materialY`all don`t here me thoughThese record labels slang our tapes like dopeYou can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and brokeYou 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 awakeThis real hip-hop; and it don`t stop `til we get the po-po off the blockThey call it...[Hook 2x][Repeat 6x]D.P.`s got that crazy shitWe keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shit(*"They call it, call it, call it" -> stic.man*)(*"Fake, fake, fake records" -> M1*)

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