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Ludacris - I Do It For Hip Hop

(feat. Nas, Jay-Z)

[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop

Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion
This my daily devotion, that verses stay deeper than the ocean
So hip-hop you owe me a promotion
Yeah, I do a little boastin’ and braggin’
What’s all the commotion and naggin’ about
‘Cause I’m still the champ in the south
‘Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin’ them out
Where they fired and these pink slips I keep handin’ them out
‘Cause this is Theater of Mind, consider it a sign
Of what’s to come next, my money’s just fine
Bank filled with dump checks
Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop (bombs) like Mr. Funk Flex
But I don’t do it for the money, I do it from the heart
I’ll do it with the beatbox, I did it from the start
I’ll do it for the DJs, I’ll do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it ‘cause it’s art
I do it for the fans, I do it on command
I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands
I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block
And since nine years old, I did it for hip-hop

[Ludacris]
So, I don’t do for the chains and the fancy drops
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop

[Nas]
They say I’m so low key, I’m socially awkward
Only those that really know me are the ones that I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark,
you call it beef, to me its′s just a fuckin’ walk in the park
Because you are who you are when nobody is looking
That′s who you are so when the cash and cars is gone, the day after tomorrow
Don’t be askin’ to borrow, ski maskin’ it hard, like the way you rap in your bars
I could ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors
I’m as live as hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some half poisonous sting, some just pollinating their leafs
It′s just like rap, some will buzz some will attack, compromising their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen, pardon the rest of my niggas
But I’m the best whoever did it
[Ludacris]
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
[Nas]
Uh, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
[Nas]
Why we do it kid, I do it for hip-hop
Yeah, I do it for hip-hop, uh
I do it for hip-hop

[Jay-Z]
Hip-hop, started out in the park
We used to do it to avoid the Narcs
I used to do it so the homeboy Clark can get the fuck off my back while I knocked off these packs
I used to rap to impress my friends
The past of time when I was gettin’ it in
Just so happens I’m so illegal with the pen, they ain’t want me to do anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dawgs to these streets
I got Grammy awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably would’ve got murked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and the cash
And even Jaz bum ass
Hip hop helped me wash me ass
These other rappers couldn’t wash my socks
That’s why I took the number one slot
The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box
Lord knows when I was on my clock
I probably never would’ve stopped
Thank God for hip-hop

[Ludacris]
I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops
[Jay-Z]
I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[Ludacris]
I do it for hip-hop
And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
[Jay-Z]
come on, I do it for hip-hop
I do it for hip-hop
[Both]
I do it for hip-hop

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:03

Chamillionaire - Hip Hop Police

[Intro:]
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Keep runnin′ homie
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
They on the trail
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Keep runnin′ homie
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
They on the trail

[Chorus:]
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you′ll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It′s murda, murda, murda
Ah it′s murda, murda, murda
Yeah it′s murda, murda, murda
Somebody tell em it′s murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire:]
Officer I didn′t do it, you can′t blame me for this
Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists?
You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain′t a snitch
No cooperation is exactly what you would get
Til I talk til my lawyer, you get no reply
You′ve obviously been watching too much CSI
I′m not a crash dummy so don′t even try
To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI
If you are not guilty of anything, then why did you run?
Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun
And the chamber wasn′t empty, it was obviously one
If you think I′m believing that one, your obviously dumb
Huh? I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was driving and ridin
And you shouldn′t be whining about abidin
By the law, nah it′s obvious your lying

[Chorus:]
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you′ll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It′s murda, murda, murda
Ah it′s murda, murda, murda
Yeah it′s murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it′s murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire:]
Stop lying to me boy, it′d be best you confess
I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath
Saw the meth while I was inspecting your deck
Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest
Who is this guy Busta? Who is this guy Snoop?
Who is his other friend who′s wearing the sky blue?
Look at this pic here, he standing beside you
Tell me his name now, I heard he was piru
Confiscated the CD′s at one of your homes
For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs
What about this Pimp guy, he was on one of your songs
I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones
Am I wrong? Hell yeah, I don′t know who that is
I don′t know no Pimp C, all I know is I′m rich
And I′ma ball like James, bet I be out here quick
Man You ain′t getting out of here, you must think that your slick
In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse
Diary that you had and all your Blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index, the judge will love this)

[Chorus:]
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you′ll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It′s murda (It′s a bloody murder)
Ah it′s murda (It′s a bloody murder)
Yeah it′s murda (It′s a bloody murder)
Somebody tell ′em it′s murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire/Slick Rick:]
And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in
The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning
Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and
You′ll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him
A big celebrity, a case we long for
You a pirate, Why you got that eyepatch on for?
Funny Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for
Where were you the night of April 21st son?
Home, I think that you got your facts wrong, gats on you
Chamillionaire, Rob shot Couple cats on Melview
What? We gonna have to jail you too
In the line-up, don′t speak until we tell you to
This the person who jimmied your lock, sir?
Well he′s dark, Kinda looked like him, I′m not sure
Fail into nail cause a cell it′s another?
Leave, I see an unmarked tail in the glover?
Hit the Bodega, not no more game
This chick used to be all nice, acting all strange
Like she was gonna get it, pathetic
I sell in court now they all apologetic

[Chorus:]
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you′ll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It′s murda, murda, murda
Ah it′s murda, murda, murda
Yeah it′s murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it′s murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 07:36:51

Mos Def - Hip Hop

You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on y′all let′s rock this!
You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on!

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall... (Hungh!!)
My restlessness is my nemesis
It′s hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won′t finish for days
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add-minister
Subtract the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I′m feeling that
(Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,
You know the motto
Stay fluid even in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There′s the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in the native tongue
I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow where it is
I′m on the Ave where it lives and dies
Violently, silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king′s English
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base-line (switch)
Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting food on your plate
Many crews can relate
Who choosing your fate (yo)
We went from picking cotton
To chain gang line chopping
To Be-Bopping
To Hip-Hopping
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) I′m high, low, east, west,
All over your map
I′m getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock
The fair-weather friends flock
When your chart position drop
Then the phone calls....
Chill for a minute
Let′s see whoelse tops
Snatch your shelf spot
Don′t gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...)

*scratching*

Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
The out of court settlement
Ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits (hungh!)
Luxury tenements choking the skyline
It′s low life getting tree-top high
Here there′s a back water remedy
Bitter intent to memory
A class E felony
Facing the death penalty (hungh!)
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unacredited
The break beats you get broken with
on time and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man′s jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic spnosor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)
It′s all city like phase two
Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
But black, it can′t save you

Дата написания: 25 Февраля 2024 21:14:50

Chester Bennington - Rock and Roll (Could Never Hip Hop Like This) Part 2

I am the original DJ Jazzy Jay from the Mighty Mighty Zulu Nation
First I’ll say my name is um, original scratch creater Grand Wizard Theodore
For those who don’t know, I started back out in ’74. Africa Bambata, Disco King Mario, Cool Herc,
Grandmaster Flash and you know, some of the pioneers who did it back then you know
Hip - hop is universal man, it all depends upon on what you do
Hip - hop is like what you would call the bastard child of a lot of different forms of music
I just feel good that a lot of rock bands are like, are like recognizing you know, the culture
We used to play these beats because they used to drive us on the dance floor
And people don’t really know that it’s a rock record until like the guitars come in and stuff like
that
We didn’t have no hip - hop beats back in the days, we had to take it from everywhere we could get
it from
Just trying to take it to another level
That’s what keeps the music new and keeps it fresh
As far as you know rock is concerned man, I think rock is, you know, a big part of hip - hop man
Rock helped influence hip - hop, hip - hop helped influence the world.


Shh
Yeah
Hey
Shh
You hear me?
Ok
Listen


Yo
It’s like a triple stage darkness
Listen and drift
Every muscle in your skin
Starts to shake and shift
You can hate the gift
But my phrases daze ya
Click, spray ya face
When I spit
I mean it
Ya just too conceited
Repeating and repeating
Your a thug’d out gangsta’
PIMP stil ya believe it
Seems like there’s too much Pac
We don’t need it
I’m cool on your heat
You can keep it
It’s not a big secret
This is a game ya can’t win
Ya singin’ the same thing
But were bringin’ the yin
So just close your eyes
And pretend again
That ya skin isn’t as thin
As the skin ya in.


(Bitch)


Give me a second
Just to spell it out
So
Nobody can twist
What I’m takin’ about
I don’t
Have to fake anything I feel
Because
We both know
Every word is real
So
Give me a second
Just to spell it out
So
Nobody can twist
What I’m takin’ about
I don’t
Have to fake anything I feel
Because
We both know
Every word is real.


Right about now, the funk soul brother
Check it out now, the funk soul brother (Handsome boys!)
Right about now, the funk soul brother
Check it out now, the funk soul brother.


I got the skills of titanium, straight to the cranium
Try to play me and we can go to war like Iranians
A D-pack, I speak rap, as long as the beat phat
My chain be off the meat rack
Lord finesse, don’t harass the guards with four bars and piss on like half your squad
So the savage, I don’t gain raps
I don’t harass the people playing russian roulette with automatics
See, on the street I’m top the rank
Three words, when I get the dice, stop the bank
Bet against me, you’ll get your cash
Leaving my street team, for nothing but ass whoopins
Hard hitters (Handsome Boys)
The type to sport the chicks on the arm like John Ritter
The bomb beat, being stabbin’ the third
Better play like Jehova witness, just spread the word, spread the word, spread the word.


The sky opens wide
Swallowing again
Once I am inside
I’m lost and can’t pretend
These pictures in my mind
Are not a part of me
These memories hold me tight
Stil I can hardly breathe
(Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe)
I can hardly breathe
(Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe)
I can hardly stop the memories.


Nothing I can say or do will
Take away what I’ve been through
What you were is what I’ve come to be
Nothing you can say to me
Will take away these memories
What you were is what I’ve come to be.

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 18:18:58