Dead Prez - Hip - Hop Song Lyrics By Dead Prez

Hip - Hop - Dead Prez Song Lyrics

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Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs Hook Its bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip Its bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks say it controls your brain I know better than that, thats 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 the beats, it dont reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your projects 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), its bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my womans disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that dont work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, ? bouter? , 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 Im gonna know it when I play it Hook Uh, who shot biggie smalls? If we dont get them, they gonna get us all Im down for runnin up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for yall, all my dogs stay real Nigga dont think these record deals gonna 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 yall 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, yall dont 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, some justice, a dream or some substance? A beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me dont playa hate, I just stay awake This real hip hop, and it dont stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it.... Hook Uh, dps got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John blazed and shit what Repeat Fake, fake, fake records

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