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The real hip hop is ova here
The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, clear 'em out, word Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Universal Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop them But I got enough albums to make my own top ten You limited like the spread of traffic You bite my style off the radio So when you speak you bet I hear the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, Norrises One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve indispicuous Gotcha, on your hands and knees Ain't it about time for some real emcees? The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here Uh, we on a hunt tonight When you see me comin', I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about peace To say the least, with a violent history It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me My people don't see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can help if you don't exist, huh I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me Does it matter to you? My crew If it does, you know what the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, pump it like, yeah Let these bitch ass rappers know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off stage Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days Let me tell you, let's give hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth That'll send a message back to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out You don't even know how I told you I wasn't talkin' about you then But I'm talkin' about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right through Even St. Louis don't like you |
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Word we stand out, word
We don't wanna sound like that bullshit Let 'em all be aware, not at all will I care You gotta know it's about the flow when you comin in here Not how long is your hair, but how long were you here How many dues you paid, crews you slayed, yeah How many clubs you done rocked, for-real You ever rocked outside with cats poppin they steel? You fake like Ma-Ma-Ma-Max Headroom You go from the bedroom to the studio back to the bedroom We be on the front line, pavin the way For you to do what you do, get what you get, say what you say Flip what you flip, play what you play at the Grammy's But you don't represent our family, you a thief All up and down the East coast Things is about to change All up and down the West coast, down in the South Things is about to change All up top and in North Canada, make some noise Things is about to change All my cats in London, Birmingham, Brixton, word Things is about to change Join the campaign to rearrange the rap game Don't look at me like I'm insane, the facts remain plain You to blame, when you take it in vein The gains and struggles and pains of those that already came From the beginning we tried to attain, the money and fame That's not new to the game, it's still the same But what seems to change is the loyalty Rappers degrade hip-hop for a royalty It's all about me and my click and we ballin G But we fallin, stallin our callin to be free You can't see, they're gonna judge our poetry In two-thousand and twenty-three, where will your money be? Where will your Benz be? Your friends be? Your beginnin be? Your end be? Gently You tell me to my face my style you envy But behind my back you condemn me, you a thief All out in Germany, Africa Things is about to change Word up, hip-hop, join the nation, movin Things is about to change Word up, all them fake-ass whack rappers, word up Things is about to change Tell 'em, go to they shows and let 'em know it's like this Things is about to change For sure, it's the people that defend me Yeah you on MTV, but did you know Ted Demme? What about Fab 5 Freddy, Red Alert? You not ready ready ready |
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Word up! It's just a little somethin to tide you over, word up
The "KRStyle" album comin soon, KRS-One all in the room We gonna bounce these cats this year, word up Why they do this? Ha yo, yo I climb up the back of rappers Reach over they head, and rap backwards at 'em Excuse me madam, I used to throw these Uzi's at 'em But I'm a teacher, skills I truly have 'em These clubs I duly pack 'em Potential lawyers engineers and doctors, I do attract 'em Go to your professors and ask 'em If the songs of the "Edutainment" in college they didn't blast 'em Yes I'm that ancient one I set the framework for today's rappers to make they funds But no you don't know me son My facial features matches the Sphinx with it's nose redone You know how many clubs we done rocked? You know how many guns we done popped? You know how many funds we done dropped? You know how many ones we done got? We been gettin live since the days of Chubb Rock We know how to survivethese other cats Be in at nine o'clock then be out at five, uhh We doin the overtime, on stage I over-rhyme Makin these whack rappers tow the line Steppin to me, I know you blindcause your whole flow Your show, your style, you know it's all mine The first time you learned to spit It was either me, Kane, Rakim or Slick Rick Welcome to the "KRStyle" This year I had to switch styles and bust off two miss-lies And that's not all, rappers have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall but still in all I have X amount of lyrics to get 'em all Live at the club I spit 'em all Rappers backstage lookin sad and pitiful Cause they know I'm the pinnacle and they mini-mal I spit the metaphysical, the spiritual The oracle, the lyrical, the oratorical Rookie! I'll mop the floor witcho' I'm the lyrical foundation to all your flows All your clothes, all your shows and I'm not alone You wouldn't even know how to hold the mic or the phone You couldn't even bite on the bone While we was rockin mics out in Rome Now you hyped cause you grown? You know we internationally known, the people love it But what they learnin bout is on the whole, look above it But let us get back to what we call hip-hop Before you whack rappers went pop |
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You cats still worried about chart position
It's the heart that your missin' It's the art that your missin' Just a little something to hold y'all over The Kristal album on the way, word up When you're number one, everybody come But when you drop to two, everybody still with you But when you drop to three, everybody want to see But when you drop to four, everybody still endures But when you drop to five, people will help you strive When you drop to six, you still in every mix But when you drop to seven, people start guessin' When you drop to eight, people hesitate But when you drop to nine, that's when you start to find That when you drop to ten, you start to lose your friends When you drop to eleven, your record stop sellin' When you drop to twelve, it's everyone for themselves So when you drop to thirteen, you stop working When you drop to fourteen, no more self esteem You drop to fifteen, 'cuz you lived and you seen When you drop to sixteen, you now out the scene When you drop to seventeen, you see things you never seen Like when you drop to eighteen, you know what it mean So drop to nineteen, and on then to twenty At nineteen, you lose your honey At twenty, your money to a Playboy bunny At twenty one, things ain't funny At twenty two, you don't know what to do So you hit twenty three, you look for security So you drop to twenty four, no more can you endure When you drop to twenty five, at the bottom you've arrived When you drop to twenty six, you in a old school mix When you drop to twenty seven, until you start steppin' When you drop to twenty eight, you start to meditate When you drop to twenty nine, you expand your mind When you drop to thirty, you see it was all dirty No you drop to thirty two, and it occurs to you When you hit thirty three, now you can see That it's all about skill and a love for the art Not whose above or whose below in the chart You got to look in your heart It's there where you start I and hip hop are never ever ever apart Word |
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Uh, ha, uh, ha
Another inebriated beat You know what time it is Straight for the street KRS-One, hold tight, look, look Crack, don't mess with that Speed, don't mess with that It's whack don't mess with that Greed, don't mess with that Knowledge yeah, mess with that God yeah, mess with that College yeah, mess with that A job yeah, mess with that Look, look, dealing don't mess with that Crying, don't mess with that Stealing, don't mess with that Lying, don't mess with that Meditation, mess with that Forgiveness, mess with that Education, mess with that Hip hop we lovin' that I rhyme for respect y'all, intellect y'all Not sex y'all, move that neck y'all, correct y'all Checks y'all, cash y'all, don't last y'all With cops y'all to blast y'all, harass y'all Flash y'all as they pass y'all, through the glass y'all These videos gas y'all cause they trash y'all I ask y'all this fact y'all Unaired y'all, these cops y'all they scared y'all They fear y'all they hear y'all they hate y'all Less than 40,000 a week, they make y'all Cops y'all with black feet, livin' from week to week Walk crooked beats in the streets y'all They greet y'all with the heat y'all, to defeat y'all It's deep y'all, hear what I teach y'all and speak y'all Hate don't mess with that Trends, don't mess with that [Unverified] don't mess with that Revenge, don't mess with that Truth yeah, mess with that Skills yeah, mess with that Proof yeah, mess with that Build yeah, mess with that Wars, don't look for that Freaking, don't look for that Whores, don't mess with that Cheating, don't mess with that G.E.D. mess with that Science of mind mess with that Family, mess with that Hip hop, we lovin' that Yeah, yo, aiyyo, yo, who seein' us With an overdose level of free in us They bring the heat to us They don't really want the beat in us, take heed to us While they plottin' and schemin' to be deletin' us Best believe in us, they not defeatin' us Them glocks wanna bust With twenty-one shots to put the leak in us So they can bloody the street with us What does it mean to us? You know what they need from us Give cream to us, hide the lies and deceit from us That doesn't equal us Who's ready to get in the Jeep with us Form a fleet with us and take back the street with us Meet with us, drop bombs in the street with us Never saw it comin', attack on the sneak with us Thus, they can't compete with us We flow through your veins like DJ's When they cut, you'll be bleedin' us I came with Kris to heat it up Showin' my body's the temple Hip hop is the lock Now put the key in us Crack, don't mess with that Speed, don't mess with that It's whack don't mess with that Greed, don't mess with that Knowledge yeah, mess with that God yeah, mess with that College yeah, mess with that A job yeah, mess with that Look, look, dealing don't mess with that Crying, don't mess with that Stealing, don't mess with that Lying, don't mess with that Meditation, mess with that Forgiveness, mess with that Education, mess with that Hip hop we lovin' that Truth y'all, facts y'all, proof y'all, black y'all Time to check this map y'all, are we goin' back y'all? Let's make a pact y'all, come together watch your back y'all Stay in tact y'all, never whack gimme dap y'all Comin' at y'all, headcrack y'all with the facts y'all Police y'all, on the attack y'all if ya black y'all So if this is fact y'all, when we rap y'all Over the track y'all, why we rap about crack y'all? That's whack y'all, we trapped y'all Holdin' the gat y'all just to kill another black y'all Clak, clak, clak y'all, it's like that y'all KRS-One yo, let's take it back y'all, listen Hate don't mess with that Trends, don't mess with that [Unverified] don't mess with that Revenge, don't mess with that Truth yeah, mess with that Skills yeah, mess with that Proof yeah, mess with that Build yeah, mess with that Wars, don't look for that Freaking, don't look for that Whores, don't mess with that Cheating, don't mess with that G.E.D. mess with that Science of mind mess with that Family, mess with that Hip hop, we lovin' that |
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Yeah man, yo Marla what's up
Yeah, Inebriated Beats, big up Boston, the whole Boston Edo.G what's up man? I got you We gon' bounce this now, can I start? Can I start? Here we go I'm the newest and the truest MC on the mic I wrote over 500 songs, pick what you like It ain't easy bein me, by day or night But it's easy bein free to recite what you like Hip-Hop is my inalienable right When it comes to emceeing KRS is a whole different type Now go get it right, did I flow spit it tight In a fight I was the type to go get a pipe Bink! bink! bink! bink! Movin 'em back Bink! That's the sound of an aluminum bat But it seems they new to these facts Which means they new to the tracks Which means they do hold us back Too new to know all that but still runnin they trap Do the math, radio gets a 20 record a week stream But only three are ever seen What happens to the other 17? It's a problem, problem Problem in hip-hop today We gotta solve it Too many players and not enough crime When they finally wake up they woulda ran out of time They can't see today how they effect tomorrow Too afraid to follow, cause they trust is hollow Because according to the laws they'll harp some sorrow Yo, "Victory Over the Streets" that's our motto But if people ain't got no vision, that's a problem Problem in hip-hop today We gotta solve it People say, "Kris why you teach so much? Why you preach so much? Why you speak and such? Why you so bent on reachin each of us?" I reply because you eatin with us In the future our children will be meetin with us Have a seat then with us and start speakin with us They'll be critiquin us to be sure they believe in us We don't need a problem Problem in hip-hop today We gotta fix it We live non-toxic, we teach that hip-hop is The transformation of all subjects and objects Retrain your optics, to reinterpret the topics We gotta stop treatin hip-hop like a product And more of a strategyI got graphs, charts Sacred textbooks, these cats can't battle me But they try, and why? Cause that's a problem Problem in hip-hop today We gotta fix that These cats need history to get with me But hip-hop's history's a mystery So how they gonna find out, trial and error We can make one the example for all to get better Inform, KRS is not the norm I go from hot to warm to cold to hot But hip-hop's history many forgot And that's a Problem Problem in hip-hop today We gotta solve that Problem problem in hip-hop today We gotta fix that |
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| 2:58 |
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The real hip hop is ova here
The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, clear 'em out, word Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Universal Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop them But I got enough albums to make my own top ten You limited like the spread of traffic You bite my style off the radio So when you speak you bet I hear the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, Norrises One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve indispicuous Gotcha, on your hands and knees Ain't it about time for some real emcees? The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova here Uh, we on a hunt tonight When you see me comin', I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about peace To say the least, with a violent history It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me My people don't see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can help if you don't exist, huh I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me Does it matter to you? My crew If it does, you know what the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, pump it like, yeah Let these bitch ass rappers know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off stage Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days Let me tell you, let's give hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth That'll send a message back to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out You don't even know how I told you I wasn't talkin' about you then But I'm talkin' about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right through Even St. Louis don't like you |
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{*audience clapping, beat starts*}
We've been having these gatherings for over 12 years Uhh, my first one, was ah at Latin Quarters in 1987 with Afrika Bambaataa - he threw the first one, that I attended We kept the tradition going through the Stop the Violence Movement Through Human Education Against Lies, Rhythm Cultural Institute And now the Temple of Hip-Hop This is Hip-Hop's spiritual base And as a spiritual base, we look to guide the youth in that discipline Uhh, no culture is a culture, unless it has principles unless it has morals, unless - we are unified in some sort of principle, something we are not going to step beyond Something that defines us What I'd like to do, is just for a moment as we.. deal with this Think about your role in Hip-Hop Think about what you do everyday in Hip-Hop This is not about right now It's about twenty years from now It's about ten years from now The tapes are rolling, the notes are being taken This is the type of thinking we have to get into if this is going to survive and last So again, Hip-Hop Appreciation Week, is a time of self-reflection A time for Hip-Hoppers to ask, "What am I doing, to preserve the culture?" {*echoes*} |
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