[INTRO]
Yo, Tech. What's your feelings on the state of Hip Hop, and is Hip Hop still alive?... or is it dead?
I mean, I love the state of Hip Hop right now. You know what I'm saying? I love it. And I think that Hip Hop is... very alive.
(YO!)
You see, look... whenever you got brothers and sisters... you know what I'm saying?... coming up out of poverty... you know what I'm feeling? Doing something positive, like music! You know what I'm sizzling?... and making money! I mean, you know what I'm saying? I mean, where's the motherfucking death in that?
[VERSE 1]
I was born in '71 in Kansas City, MO
My momma was and had the little ones, but the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rapping R&B and plenty mo',
Check it if it wasn't no gospel, apostle that written in the Bible then it go
So when they tellin' the baby don't do something, I'd end up doing it anyway,
like don't listen to rappers,
the evil music of today,
But I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out from the East Coast,
so we got in it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's havin' a heat stroke
Some say that rap is dead
But when I get to white, black, and red
I jump on the twelve bus and do 58 shows and then I'm back with a big fat sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said,
cause I'm here with a stacker fed,
and I gotta pull up Rap, Hip Hop or whatever when I did not have to beg
So here I stand on my good hand with my rap attire
And I lock up fans spending grands cause we got the fire,
our merchandise like five G's
every half an hour,
and you cry like a baby
so your mic musta been your pacifier
[HOOK X2]
When I read the magazine
Them rappers sounded like
Waaah Waaah Waaah! Cry baby
When I see them on the T.V.
Them rappers sounded like
Waaah Waaah Waaah! What you cryin' bout?
[VERSE 2]
If it's negative
I don't want to hear it
And let my niggas player hater
On what they hear is big
I am talking, they mad at Smurf and Souljaboy
They hating big in the magazine and don't even know the boys
I know the boy, watch the rappers want to attack people
Run up to the car pull out the Mac lethal
Man, that's the problem with the black people, now
What they need to know is that
in the world there's a lot of dough to stack,
and the ones that want to hold us back
ain't been outside they culdesac
Every nigga I know is strapped
Rip show then I blow you back,
but notice that I could put it right down
So where the shoulders at?
Hating on the south, why?
Tripping on the chicks they got
Yo, Tech. What's your feelings on the state of Hip Hop, and is Hip Hop still alive?... or is it dead?
(YO!)
You see, look... whenever you got brothers and sisters... you know what I'm saying?... coming up out of poverty... you know what I'm feeling? Doing something positive, like music! You know what I'm sizzling?... and making money! I mean, you know what I'm saying? I mean, where's the motherfucking death in that?
I was born in '71 in Kansas City, MO
My momma was and had the little ones, but the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rapping R&B and plenty mo',
Check it if it wasn't no gospel, apostle that written in the Bible then it go
So when they tellin' the baby don't do something, I'd end up doing it anyway,
like don't listen to rappers,
the evil music of today,
But I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out from the East Coast,
so we got in it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's havin' a heat stroke
Some say that rap is dead
But when I get to white, black, and red
I jump on the twelve bus and do 58 shows and then I'm back with a big fat sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said,
cause I'm here with a stacker fed,
and I gotta pull up Rap, Hip Hop or whatever when I did not have to beg
So here I stand on my good hand with my rap attire
And I lock up fans spending grands cause we got the fire,
our merchandise like five G's
every half an hour,
and you cry like a baby
so your mic musta been your pacifier
When I read the magazine
Them rappers sounded like
Waaah Waaah Waaah! Cry baby
When I see them on the T.V.
Them rappers sounded like
Waaah Waaah Waaah! What you cryin' bout?
If it's negative
I don't want to hear it
And let my niggas player hater
On what they hear is big
I am talking, they mad at Smurf and Souljaboy
They hating big in the magazine and don't even know the boys
I know the boy, watch the rappers want to attack people
Run up to the car pull out the Mac lethal
Man, that's the problem with the black people, now
What they need to know is that
in the world there's a lot of dough to stack,
and the ones that want to hold us back
ain't been outside they culdesac
Every nigga I know is strapped
Rip show then I blow you back,
but notice that I could put it right down
So where the shoulders at?
Hating on the south, why?
Tripping on the chicks they got
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