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Speaking for Hip-Hop - Funky DL
I'm speaking for Hip-Hop them sneaker wearing loose jeans rocking
Hoody popping chilling on the corner headphones bopping
In the crib loud music til' your neighbours come knocking
(what's the reason for this noise )
I bought the album when he dropped it
Hip-Hop them iced out fat gold chain wearing
Middle finger in the air and stereo blaring
Loud enough to loose your hearing that don't mean I'm a killer
I just like to turn it up like J Dilla
Check it word up I'm here to set the record straight
Also here to dedicate this to the peoples who judge us
The ones that's trying to move but can't budge us
Snooty nosed b**ch mother-f**kers
Just because I'm from the streets and I talk a little different
The upper class look at me like “he's so ignorant
He's no role model he shows no gratitude
He probably grew up listening to them ni**a's with an attitude
I'm guessing that he never worked a day in his life
And probably never went to school I pray that he might”
I'm an A grade student I love jazz music
Just as smart as the rest and if I'm wrong ni**a' prove it
Hip-Hop is my movement and there's no contest
And by the way I grew up listening to A Tribe Called Quest
Yes I'm young and I'm black and I got the skills to rap
That don't mean that I pack and I never sold Crack
And you wonder why I'm mad even just a little bit
Cos' you talk a lot of Clay Davis that means"sheeeeeiiiit"
Your word against mine no contest
Go find somebody else to criticise with your nonsense
There's eight million stories in the city it's a pity
I don't f**k with you ni**a's when you start to act shitty
Give a shout out to Guru Premo and Zulu Nation
They all foundation up in this
Cos' rap records taught foreigners to speak English
And turned the young into distinguished men
That's why I always got my pad and my pen
Forever saying this again and again
I'm speaking for Hip-Hop them sneaker wearing loose jeans rocking
Hoody popping chilling on the corner headphones bopping
In the crib loud music til' your neighbours come knocking
(what's the reason for this noise )
I bought the album when he dropped it
Hip-Hop them iced out fat gold chain wearing
Middle finger in the air and stereo blaring
Loud enough to loose your hearing that don't mean I'm a killer
I just like to turn it up like J Dilla
Yo' I got their backs against the wall with this sh*t
See that's what you get for trying to call us misfits
We street poets just on beats flowing
So why you gonna' judge somebody when you don't know em' (ha)
That's retarded
Just cos I make beats that's the hardest and speak street slang like"raatid"
"bombaclarted" you say it's all garbage
Well how do you explain the rap records that have charted
I started rhyming on the school benches
And learned how to beat a microphone senseless
It's the gift that I nurtured these beats that I murdered
And you still don't know what it means when rappers say “word up”
I don't blame you but if you try to discredit my art
I will name you and shame you I swear down
Close your mouth I don't wanna hear a mere sound
Hip-Hop's been so hospitable to so many cultures it's un-f**k-wit-able
So I had to make this record it was critical
To reiterate these two f**king syllables
Hip-Hop in the streets we the Generals
I'm speaking for Hip-Hop them sneaker wearing loose jeans rocking
Hoody popping chilling on the corner headphones bopping
In the crib loud music til' your neighbours come knocking
(what's the reason for this noise )
I bought the album when he dropped it
Hip-Hop them iced out fat gold chain wearing
Middle finger in the air and stereo blaring
Loud enough to loose your hearing that don't mean I'm a killer
I just like to turn it up like J Dilla
