Cognito, B-Legit, Tech N9ne - Hip-Hop lyrics
[Cognito, B-Legit, Tech N9ne - Hip-Hop lyrics]
Are you seeing what I'm seeing on the TV
Man? I mean, look at 'em
They say they rappers but they
Don't dress like rappers
I mean we wore like 501s
And Chuck Taylors and Cortez's
You know, white tee shirts and Dickies
Know what I mean?
Skin tight jeans like my little girl homie
Cognito, uh, B-Legit mane
I mean, I don't know about y'all
But I'm really missin'
Hip Hop and the way it was
Nowadays this game wasn't made for us
Out with the old in with the
New and away we go
You can hear it through the videos and radio
I ain't tryna downplay it that's
The way it is
Nowadays this game it was made for kids
I ain't pointin' no fingers
I ain't sayin' names
But raise your hand if you agree
Hip hop needs a change
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
I date back, way back, daddy brown Cadillac
Sixes in the back, still rock the 8 track
Then came the rap like Rapper's Delight
Big Hank, word to Mike, Master G type hype
I got it in when Run and
Them was the kings of rock same donkey
Same Adidas I was king of the block
Ain't it funky kept it hot
Before the rock got shot
Then Chris got hot but then miss that hip hop
The west kept it gangsta, NWA
Too Short kept it pimpin' for
The whole damn Yay
Tales from the triple beam, somethin to say
It was all real ill back in the day
But now when they speak it
Just ain't the same
They talk about the chains and
How they makin' it rain
They talk about the 'caine and
Don't see no bricks so, it's hard for me to
Really understand this shit
Hip Hop and the way it was
Nowadays this game wasn't made for us
Out with the old in with the
New and away we go
You can hear it through the videos and radio
I ain't tryna downplay it that's
The way it is
Nowadays this game it was made for kids
I ain't pointin' no fingers
I ain't sayin' names
But raise your hand if you agree
Hip hop needs a change
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
When I was young I would've killed
For a pair of shell-toe Adidas
Mom asked me why I wear them shoes
Cuz Run DMC is that's what I loved about it
Hip hop was a state of
Mind, a different time, a different grind
A tape runs out you hit rewind
I spent more time at the
Record shop then in school
Thought I was cool
The first shoes that I bought
Were like LL Cool
I never knew that hip hop would
Grow to be such a passion
Not one day would pass that I
Was writing music in class
In a flash I was rappin' myself
If only everyone could feel the relief
That I do through music
And learn to use it seems like
Nowadays half these cats abuse it
What ever happened to freestylin' on the
Block and in the park
And flippin' sixteen bars back and
Forth 'til it was dark
Gotta be honest I miss it
Nowadays these young motherfuckers have
Got it twisted
They spit shit but they ain't gifted
Originality just drove by homie
You must've missed it
I'm here to take this shit
Back in an instant, i'm that persistent
I miss
Hip Hop and the way it was
Nowadays this game wasn't made for us
Out with the old in with the
New and away we go
You can hear it through the videos and radio
I ain't tryna downplay it that's
The way it is
Nowadays this game it was made for kids
I ain't pointin' no fingers
I ain't sayin' names
But raise your hand if you agree
Hip hop needs a change
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
I said how about some realness
You bustas got an illness
Hella wack but still rich
One hit then came up real quick
You prolly sucked the dealsnick
Of a label rep to build it
Favors for your meal tick
And I'm 'bout to pull the killswitch
Listen to me it's over
My Dickies say I'm a soldier
All of you niggas are posers
The skinny jeans are bogus
Lookin' like some hoes, must
Be dissin off of your doja
I be rockin' shows, you're
Slackin', practicin' yoga
Hip-Hop's in my blood and I still rep it
I kill records in a millisecond
I will wreck it throw up
Then Ville stepped it
But nowadays some of these
Niggas I won't validate
Cuz they salivate over cowards rallyin'
For the style of gay i'm old school but new
But, I told you the truth
When I said I flowed you and I
Made your hoes do the do
And they rolled through the crew
Told you toodaloo
Real Hip-Hoppers say "get out the
Way bitch" like Luda do
Hip Hop and the way it was
Nowadays this game wasn't made for us
Out with the old in with the
New and away we go
You can hear it through the videos and radio
I ain't tryna downplay it that's
The way it is
Nowadays this game it was made for kids
I ain't pointin' no fingers
I ain't sayin' names
But raise your hand if you agree
Hip hop needs a change
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Man? I mean, look at 'em
They say they rappers but they
Don't dress like rappers
I mean we wore like 501s
And Chuck Taylors and Cortez's
You know, white tee shirts and Dickies
Know what I mean?
Skin tight jeans like my little girl homie
Cognito, uh, B-Legit mane
I mean, I don't know about y'all
But I'm really missin'
Hip Hop and the way it was
Nowadays this game wasn't made for us
Out with the old in with the
New and away we go
You can hear it through the videos and radio
I ain't tryna downplay it that's
The way it is
Nowadays this game it was made for kids
I ain't pointin' no fingers
I ain't sayin' names
But raise your hand if you agree
Hip hop needs a change
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
I date back, way back, daddy brown Cadillac
Sixes in the back, still rock the 8 track
Then came the rap like Rapper's Delight
Big Hank, word to Mike, Master G type hype
I got it in when Run and
Them was the kings of rock same donkey
Same Adidas I was king of the block
Ain't it funky kept it hot
Before the rock got shot
Then Chris got hot but then miss that hip hop
The west kept it gangsta, NWA
Too Short kept it pimpin' for
The whole damn Yay
Tales from the triple beam, somethin to say
It was all real ill back in the day
But now when they speak it
Just ain't the same
They talk about the chains and
How they makin' it rain
They talk about the 'caine and
Don't see no bricks so, it's hard for me to
Really understand this shit
Hip Hop and the way it was
Nowadays this game wasn't made for us
Out with the old in with the
New and away we go
You can hear it through the videos and radio
I ain't tryna downplay it that's
The way it is
Nowadays this game it was made for kids
I ain't pointin' no fingers
I ain't sayin' names
But raise your hand if you agree
Hip hop needs a change
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
When I was young I would've killed
For a pair of shell-toe Adidas
Mom asked me why I wear them shoes
Cuz Run DMC is that's what I loved about it
Hip hop was a state of
Mind, a different time, a different grind
A tape runs out you hit rewind
I spent more time at the
Record shop then in school
Thought I was cool
The first shoes that I bought
Were like LL Cool
I never knew that hip hop would
Grow to be such a passion
Not one day would pass that I
Was writing music in class
In a flash I was rappin' myself
If only everyone could feel the relief
That I do through music
And learn to use it seems like
Nowadays half these cats abuse it
What ever happened to freestylin' on the
Block and in the park
And flippin' sixteen bars back and
Forth 'til it was dark
Gotta be honest I miss it
Nowadays these young motherfuckers have
Got it twisted
They spit shit but they ain't gifted
Originality just drove by homie
You must've missed it
I'm here to take this shit
Back in an instant, i'm that persistent
I miss
Hip Hop and the way it was
Nowadays this game wasn't made for us
Out with the old in with the
New and away we go
You can hear it through the videos and radio
I ain't tryna downplay it that's
The way it is
Nowadays this game it was made for kids
I ain't pointin' no fingers
I ain't sayin' names
But raise your hand if you agree
Hip hop needs a change
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
I said how about some realness
You bustas got an illness
Hella wack but still rich
One hit then came up real quick
You prolly sucked the dealsnick
Of a label rep to build it
Favors for your meal tick
And I'm 'bout to pull the killswitch
Listen to me it's over
My Dickies say I'm a soldier
All of you niggas are posers
The skinny jeans are bogus
Lookin' like some hoes, must
Be dissin off of your doja
I be rockin' shows, you're
Slackin', practicin' yoga
Hip-Hop's in my blood and I still rep it
I kill records in a millisecond
I will wreck it throw up
Then Ville stepped it
But nowadays some of these
Niggas I won't validate
Cuz they salivate over cowards rallyin'
For the style of gay i'm old school but new
But, I told you the truth
When I said I flowed you and I
Made your hoes do the do
And they rolled through the crew
Told you toodaloo
Real Hip-Hoppers say "get out the
Way bitch" like Luda do
Hip Hop and the way it was
Nowadays this game wasn't made for us
Out with the old in with the
New and away we go
You can hear it through the videos and radio
I ain't tryna downplay it that's
The way it is
Nowadays this game it was made for kids
I ain't pointin' no fingers
I ain't sayin' names
But raise your hand if you agree
Hip hop needs a change
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
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