"Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls/ If we don't get them/ They gonna get us all/ I'm down for runnin' up on them/ Crackers in they city hall/ We ride for y'all/ All my dogs stay real/ Nigga don't think these record deals/ Gonna feed your seeds/ And pay your bills because they not/ MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot/ Talkin' 'bout how much money they got/ Nigga all y'all records sound the same/ I sick of that fake thug, R & B/ Rap scenario all day on the radio/ Same scenes in the video, monotonous material/ Y'all don't here me though/ These record labels slang our tapes like dope/ You can be next in line, and signed/ And still be writing rhymes and broke/ You would rather have a Lexus or justice/ A dream or some substance/A Beamer, a necklace or freedom/ Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate/ I just stay awake/ This real hip-hop, and it don't stop/ 'Til we get the po-po off the block/ They call it...
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip"
- Dead Prez (stic.man)
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