Bring Hip Hop Back

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[Verse 1]

It's like one is for the gods, two is for the earths

Three is for the seeds to whom we give birth

Respects to New York, y'all did it first

But now we bout to show the world what Jersey's worth

Here's the facts, cats makin pretty ass tracks

And I aint goin to relax til they bring back wax

All y'all frontin ass labels who don't sign real acts

Now y'all know why so many of us blacks sling cracks

Wanna stop this? sign me on your **** and let me drop this

Bet you make a profit, cuz *****s gon cop this

The way we used to do it, **** is stuck to it

*****s sound so R&B it sound like I could **** to it

I aint tryin to see this hip hop **** get vanished

Crossover *****s, y'all can eat a **** sandwich

Rap is like a set up KRS already told ya

Peace to real soldiers of this hip hop culture

[CHORUS:]

We gotta

Bring Hip Hop Back [x4]

[Verse 2]

Yo, now here's the verdict, all commercial cats gettin murdered

These pre school raps in they songs are wrongly worded

?Some kids on the block asked a mutt said he's fat?

You couldn't make a sell if they pressed your **** on crack

Picture that, how the **** you ever gon blow

When you jump style to style tryin to steal *****s' flow

And speak about Moet you aint even sipped yet

How you trickin on dimes but can't get your **** wet

I can't forget, these record labels seein stats

Only sign a ***** if they glorifyin black on black

Wsup wit that? I can't understand why

Songs gettin played nowaday be killin my high

And it's official, y'all *****s frontin that's the issue

And everytime you try to touch the mic I'ma diss you

*****s is sweet, surprised you gotta get hard

Bring your rap back like Wu did Wallabee Clarks

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3]

Ayo, keep this thought, on your **********in mind

It's too many *****s seein light who really can't shine

Y'all better get a grip, cuz my **** tight thick

Electrifyin like the third rail did Ramone and Spit

*****s seein platinum hits, but aint verbally fit

Gettin rich real quick offa some bull****

It's like this, the devil got this whole game fixed

And that's the industry's rule number 666

Of this rap **** I will never let go, *****s is petrol

Of a slim ***** dipped in ecko

A label shouldn't be a label if they don't let the best blow

I'm bout to knock y'all off the board like the game of chess go

Bring it back

[Verse 4]

To the real hip hop heads that battle for the dough

But now *****s spend years on gimmicks tryin to blow

Posin wit gats, wearin funny type hats

? clothes tryin to pose like the Mac

That **** is wack, I'm bout to knock you off the map

Your songs couldn't slam if you alleyooped to Shaq

So face the facts, the god's knockin it down

Makin sure 'bout two thou these cats aint around

And it's feel, cuz lyrically you gotta have skills

If I start namin names *****s wouldn't have deals

And that's real, so next time you writin your rhyme

Make sure you reperesentin hip hop in every line

[CHORUS]

[Jeru sample]

"and we brought hip hop back home that night, one day"