Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verbal threat, threat, threat
Time for a reality check
Let's get it in
Monotony is not me
I'm too hot for laundry, get to know me
Hip -hop's my hot, my
Gandhi confidently
Do it so nonchalantly,
in reality the threats gotta rep like
Gandhi
Old school, check it,
a black and blondie, respect her
You better ask your uncle and aunties
how we ballerina on em
When we meet em on the corner with
Adidas and diplomas
On the scene, yo,
it's over when the screen rolls
Photographic with
Primo, with cats that been sittin'
back waitin' to steamroll
A
G still feelin'
MC's flow, a mean look really
doesn't matter to me though
A sweet hook gotta make it look like
Kareem's throat
The dream took 13 years for the single,
but now it's official
The pawn is fierce, steering the road,
and nobody is getting in without security codes
Grab the mic,
I'll show y 'all how to do it right
The way I get down, the way I stand
This, this, this is hip -hop
Take, take, take it back, y 'all
We staffed back, without participation
These wack cats fantasized
about the situation
Patient as if we were wait
ing for visitation
Blatant and perpetrating,
collaborating with
Satan
We're conversating,
anticipating without incriminating the blame
We're feeling the pain,
it's like they're discriminating the name
That's why it's such a damn shame,
we wrapped the time frame when it originally came
For the true props, back to suede,
boomers in tube socks
Graffiti writers, rocket trains,
scoping the rooftops
Blasphemy, raps like gas,
cross catastrophe
Verbal threat connects like
Keith
E. and
Rax
Mastercy
From the
Queen's blocks,
epidemics rolling up on us
We represented in front of bodegas
up on the corners
Mentality set,
money to salary's capped
Verbal thread and
DJ
Kamir, the reality check
Grab the mic,
I'll show y 'all how to do it right
The way I get down, the way I sound
This, this, this is hip -hop
Take it, take it, take it back
I had to pack him straight,
do him like in second grade
Sit him down and try to school
him while the record plays
I went over math and then
I read my resume
By the time I finished class in the 11th grade
I was raised by sideways hats,
blacks in parks by the place
They feelin' baywashed with
Hasselhoff
Days with them doubt
cats laughed you off
If a rapper slashed actors, raps are soft
I was fueled by the old school writer
s that got busy
Rockin' pieces on the handball courts,
New
York
City
A lot of beef crews rollin' bats and mates
If that's the case,
cats raised to gats for waste
Chased by jakes,
dipped out the fire escape
Raisin' heart rates,
verbally killin' every bar break
Reality checks, verbal threats,
originality
Wishin' that
James up the game, not for the salary
Grab the mic,
I'll show y 'all how to do it right
The way I get down, the way I sound
This, this, this is hip -hop
Take, take, take it back
Grab the mic, I'll show y how to do it right
The way I get down, the way I sound
This, this, this is hip -hop
Take it, take it, take it back,
take it back
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