Dead prez - "Its Bigger Than Hip Hop Dead Prez lyrics
[Dead prez - "Its Bigger Than Hip Hop Dead Prez lyrics]
Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2
Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh all my dogs
It's bigger than Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Hip
It's bigger than Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
One thing bout music when it
Hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we 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 to beats
It don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' 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
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-crier, agent with a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don't get them
They gon' get us all
I'm down for running up on them
Crackers in their city hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record
Deals gon' feed
Your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not, mC's get a little bit of
Love and think they hot
Talking bout how much money they got
All y'all records sound the same
I'm 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 hear 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
DP's got that crazy shit
We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shit
Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh all my dogs
It's bigger than Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Hip
It's bigger than Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
One thing bout music when it
Hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we 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 to beats
It don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' 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
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-crier, agent with a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don't get them
They gon' get us all
I'm down for running up on them
Crackers in their city hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record
Deals gon' feed
Your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not, mC's get a little bit of
Love and think they hot
Talking bout how much money they got
All y'all records sound the same
I'm 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 hear 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
DP's got that crazy shit
We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shit