real hip hop, real hip hop (Northpole) I can't let 'em steal hip hop (Southside) I'm here 'til this shit stop (Westside) So get 'em up if you feel hip hop, hop
the drum stops. Hip hop. Even if my shit flip flop It probably wouldn't stop. Talk shit and get socked. How ya hang em? Know a realer nigga? You could
and the load ain't gettin' no lighter even though i'm in it to win it i'm still a outsider [chorus] well back in the days they told me hip hop pays
club Murphy suede, human grenade And some handmade, hide the haze Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted E'er word I speak I'm in it Hip hop; we in it, from
or not I gotta tell you from the top it's on Christ is God, for Him I've got to rock this joint I was born around the same time Hip-Hop was formed Vacant
to me, your on my dick (APATHY SHOUTS OUT) yaaaa hahaha apathy, big mike, white on white crimes, we'll fuck you up man.. hip hop, rap, got it locked
written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could
Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be thumpin' others say their bad, but they're buggin let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop about D
from Manhattan and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis (repeat chorus) Hip-hop
for a four-headed demon I weaken, every time I see him Fight for my freedom, under the fig tree bleedin' I create Hip-Hop but don't need it I turn my
of hip hop is some faggots with mohawks Tight clothes and women's scarfs, then I'm gone Back to that gutter, back to that basement Back to real live microphone
ask me bout a grill I am untouchable so don't ask me how I feel Real people ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm real Make a girl squeal, have
know I'm the nigga that built the castle I pull my back-hand and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal (WHO!) That ain't hip-hop, I swear that garbage
gon' do a real Christmas song [Marley Marl in the background] Go for it, Kane [VERSE 1: Big Daddy Kane] Jingle bell, jingle bell rock with hip-hop
Hit they ass wrong niggas gettin' juice It's niggas that might rob ya Put a pistol to ya face or don't bother The point I'm tryin' to make is real clear
profile Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do Hip hop
what These streets made me a trigger-happy nut Yeah, it's young Crooked Yeah you had a leg but my pump took it Now you hip-hop cuz you one-footed I lick
