Hip-Hop — текст песни (Dead Prez)

Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2
Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh
All 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 pain
White folks say it controls yo` 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 and not react
Back to beats, it don`t reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock `n` 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
Against the real world *echos*
It`s bigger than all these fake-ass records
When po` 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, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna jus` get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit` a wire
I`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 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 gon` feed your seeds
And pay your bills, because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin` `bout how much money they got; all y`all records sound the same
I`m 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...

[Hook 2x]

[Repeat 6x]
D.P.`s got that crazy shit
We 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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