Carry On Tradition Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Niggas wanna talk about this rap shit... Niggas wanna talk 

about this money... 'Bout these cars... these homes... these 

labels, clothes, sneakers... Big money shit... Now e'erybody 

tryna get rich... Then get rich nigga fuck it 

[Verse 1:] 

Some rap pioneers be them crack heads, when they speak 

You see missin' teeth, silver chain wit' a silver piece 

Niggas ya grandfather age 

They pants still hangin' down they leg talkin' 'bout they ain't paid 

And they hate you 'cause they say you ain't paid dues 

And - was stealin' and robbin' 'em 

I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve 

Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died 

Wasn't Sylvia's fault or 'cause MC's skills are loss 

It's 'cause we can't see ourselves as a boss 

Deep rooted through slavery, self hatred 

The Jewish stick toegther, friends in high places 

We on some low level shit 

We don't want niggas to ever win, see everybody got a label 

Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal 

It's fucked up it all started from two turntables 

[Chorus:] 

When they crown you, and you rise up 

To ya position, carry on tradition 

When they knight you, and you go to fight, go to war 

Don't petition, carry on tradition 

Carry on tradition, carry, c-carry on tradition 

Carry on tradition, when you rep what we rep 

You carry on tradition 

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[Verse 2:] 

Now some of these new rappers got they caps flipped backwards 

Wit' the fingers intertwined in some gang sign madness 

I got an exam to see if y'all pass it 

Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest 

Some of you new rappers I don't understand ya code 

You have ya man shoot you like in that Soprano episode 

Do anything to get in the game, mixtapes 

You spit hate against bosses, hungry fucks are marvelous 

You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate 

Vocalists, niggas I could have wrote ya shit 

I had off time, was bored wit' this, I could have made my double LP 

Just by samplin' different parts of the Nautilus 

Still came five on the charts wit' zero audience 

The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit 

Y'all got awards for ya bricks, it got good to ya 

You started tellin' the bigger dogs to call it quits? What?! 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3:] 

Now niggas got the studio poppin' it's mad clearer 

Engineers got us ear plugs and still hear us 

The live in the park sound 

Versus the state of the art sound we on the charts now 

From British walkers and Argyles 

Look at us rap stars now, wit' our black cards now 

Fortune 500 listed, brunch at Cipriani's 

Sippin', blunted, wit' rich white guys around me 

Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up 

'Cause I'm what, every dime lust 

We use to be a ghetto secret, can't make my mind up 

If I want that, or the whole world of people 

Now I carry on tradition 

Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin' 

Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead ones gone 

We miss 'em, I promise I'mma carry on tradition 

[Chorus]