Dead prez - Hip-Hop (Real version) lyrics

Fake, fake records

Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh all my dogs
1, 2

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop

Uh, one thing 'bout music
When it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain
- I know better than that, that's game
And we're ready for that two
Soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at? Rather
Attack and not react back the beats
It don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock and roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you when
The smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world (world)
It's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check 1, 2
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider
Biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire
I'm gonna know it when I play it
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop

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 rock 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
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 until 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
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

DP's got that crazy shit
We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit
What dP's got that crazy shit
We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit
What ya niggas wanna do
DP's got that crazy shit
We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd
And shit, 1, 2, 1, 2
DP's got that crazy shit
We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit
DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
They call it fake, fake, fake records