Canibus - Hip-Hop Body Rock lyrics
[Canibus - Hip-Hop Body Rock lyrics]
Hip-hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while
But I'm still in style
Yea, come on now get on down
Can-IBus, back with the Hip-Hop sound
Twenty years deep in this culture, compulsive
Every day
This was the dream that I wrote with
Outside chillin, b-boys spinnin
Pretending not to notice the
Supreme choice women
I rep the rude boy, not the dread posse
I a bugsy ride with zombies behind me
Turns the lights up, pick the mic up
Get 'em hyped up lookin for the right cut
I don't write much, but I love to bust
At the crowd cause they love the rush
The mark is on my arm, was drawn
To symbolize the art of Hip-Hop
In it's rawest form
We could take it to the stage
Like we goin to war
Both fallin through the crowd
We perform on tour
Come correct with the rhyme
They remember the flow
I was "Gone Til November" six Decembers ago
Hip-hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while
But I'm still in style
Every day is a piece of
Eternity to weed control
That's why rap music feeds the soul
DJ drop needle, I shock people
There's mic doc in the house
And he's not legal
Canibus just entered the building yo
If you lookin for the illest
Start filming yo
I get a call, slide to Diego
Hit the bay off with something
Less than a day old
Here's a hot one for you to hold
The super MC, Superbowl, winner takes all
The Fahrenheit Nine Eleven rhyme weapon
The underground give me credit
When I'm sound checkin
I feel like it's now or never
The rhyme state clever
When the wisdom teeth grind together
Go to sleep I can't go to
Sleep unless I write something
Then stay awake I can't stay
Awake unless I recite something
I can't recite something
Without tight substance when I bust and I
Leave mothafuckin mics busted
Hip-hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while
But I'm still in style
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while
But I'm still in style
Yea, come on now get on down
Can-IBus, back with the Hip-Hop sound
Twenty years deep in this culture, compulsive
Every day
This was the dream that I wrote with
Outside chillin, b-boys spinnin
Pretending not to notice the
Supreme choice women
I rep the rude boy, not the dread posse
I a bugsy ride with zombies behind me
Turns the lights up, pick the mic up
Get 'em hyped up lookin for the right cut
I don't write much, but I love to bust
At the crowd cause they love the rush
The mark is on my arm, was drawn
To symbolize the art of Hip-Hop
In it's rawest form
We could take it to the stage
Like we goin to war
Both fallin through the crowd
We perform on tour
Come correct with the rhyme
They remember the flow
I was "Gone Til November" six Decembers ago
Hip-hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while
But I'm still in style
Every day is a piece of
Eternity to weed control
That's why rap music feeds the soul
DJ drop needle, I shock people
There's mic doc in the house
And he's not legal
Canibus just entered the building yo
If you lookin for the illest
Start filming yo
I get a call, slide to Diego
Hit the bay off with something
Less than a day old
Here's a hot one for you to hold
The super MC, Superbowl, winner takes all
The Fahrenheit Nine Eleven rhyme weapon
The underground give me credit
When I'm sound checkin
I feel like it's now or never
The rhyme state clever
When the wisdom teeth grind together
Go to sleep I can't go to
Sleep unless I write something
Then stay awake I can't stay
Awake unless I recite something
I can't recite something
Without tight substance when I bust and I
Leave mothafuckin mics busted
Hip-hop do that body-rock
Jam on and keep smokin
Hip-hop do that body rock
I've been gone for a while
But I'm still in style