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Dead Prez


Artist: Dead Prez
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 2
Year: 1999

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  1. Hip Hop [instrumental]
  2. Hip Hop

Hip Hop [instrumental] Lyrics - Dead Prez - Dead Prez

It's bigger than hip hop 

It's bigger than hip hop 

 

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 (against the real world) 

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 want to just 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 

 

It's bigger than hip hop 

It's bigger than hip hop 

 

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 

 

Hip hop 

It's bigger than hip hop 

 

D.P.'s got that crazy shit 

We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit 

D.P.'s got that crazy shit 

We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit 

D.P.'s got that crazy shit 

We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit 

D.P.'s got that crazy shit 

We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit 

D.P.'s got that crazy shit 

We keep it crunk-up 

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