paroles de chanson Hip Hop (remix by Diabi) - Joell Ortiz

Yo, do me a favor? (what?)
Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)
We don't wear those over here, this is hip hop {uh-huh}
This is Carhartt jackets (yeah),
Timberland boots unlaced {yup}, this is Champion hoodies
Chicken wings and french fries {uhh}
R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it)
This is us still fighting police brutality {AH-HAH!}

Everybody runnin' they mouth 'bout how they real
Ringtones blowin' the doors off album sales
Need to be tellin' the people about how they feel
'Cause that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel ill
Music just ain't what it used to
We used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to
This is the truth too, listen, we gon' pop in the Juice Crew
Then run up in the mall, get loose, boo
Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes
Five-Percenters teachin' the God lines
Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers
Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer
Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor
Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen
Fashion statements, bats was safe then
Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in

Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop
Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop
I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop
Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop

Uhh, geah, check... I said hip hop, started out in the park
Man, I knew it was going down from the start
I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart
Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart!
It's hip hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit
Watch the Kid Rock albums, I hurt verses
And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when?
I'm like a NBA game; nothin' less than 10
It's like all kind of diseases infest my pen
I'm sick, I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm
This gift could be a curse if you don't use it right
So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night
They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage
Dudes worship him, girls be draggin' him off the stage
You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track
Give your producer my contacts, I'll murder that

Knahmean? J-O! See you my nigga, haha
Bring this shit back man
Bring it back in time man, check

Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap
Nas came back bridgin' the gap
Joey Crack told the whole map to lean back
For a second you would've thought New York was takin' the scene back
Even Ja dropped a mean track
It went "I'm from New York!"
The first city that have heads to fiend for crack
Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip
Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit
I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix than them
Platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist
Know a philosopher that reads the pages
So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages
(Aww, man) It's like I'm in a race against time
Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed
I thought automatically that my face'll get shine
But being lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme
'Cause so, still I annihilate though
The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow
The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz
That's the day Hell gon' freeze

Aww, man