Dead prez - It's Bigger Than Hip Hop (feat. Tahir, The People’s Army) lyrics
[Dead prez - It's Bigger Than Hip Hop feat. Tahir, The People’s Army lyrics]
Hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop
Hip hop, hip hop (Uh)
Hip hop (Uh, uh)
One thing 'bout music, when it's real
They get scared
Got us slavin' for the welfare
Ain't no food, clothes, or healthcare
I'm down for guerilla warfare all my niggas
Put your guns in the air
If you really don't care skunk in the air
Make a nigga wanna buck in
The air for my brother
Locked up in the jump for a year
Shit is real out here
Don't believe these videos
This fake-ass industry
Gotta pay to get a song on the radio
Really though, DP's gon' let you know
It's just a game of pimps and hoes
And it's all about who you know
Not who we are or how we grow
I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through
What I been through, not just for no dough
Even though the rent due
What I'm into ain't for no dough
Or just more fame everything must change
Nothin' remains the same
Sick of the same ol' thang
It's bigger than bling-bling
If I feel it, I feel it, if I don't, I don't
If it ain't really real
Then I probably won't
Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers
Ready to ride for this real hip hop, y'all
I'm ready to die, uh
Hip (What?) hop (What?), hip (What?) hop (What?)
Hip (What?) hop (What?), hip (What?) hop (What? Come on, come on)
My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop, y'all
I'm ready to die, uh
Hip hop means sayin' what I want
Never bitin' my tongue
Hip hop means teachin' the young
If you're feelin' what I'm feelin'
Then you hearin' what I'm sayin'
'Cause these fake
Fake records just keep on playin'
What you sayin'? Huh? DP bringin' the funk
Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uh
Punk pig with a badge wanna handcuff me
'Cause my pants is tendin' to sag
Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag
If you're ridin' on the bus
Or you stole a Jag'
M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash
Revolutionary love 'til the day we pass
Will they play it on the radio?
Maybe not, maybe so
We gon' keep it pumpin' though
Everybody know we headed for the whoa fo sho
Ayy, dawg, that label is that slave ship
Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves
If you really wanna eat
You got to hear the same thing
With the football, b ball
Or if you slangin' that dope
Ain't never seen no hope
Brainwash video shows be foolin' my folk
What the hell a brother gon' do though, huh?
When the rent due
When the lights and the gas finna get cut off
Drop them raps or cock them gats?
Ain't never had shit ever since
We came to this bitch
Why I gotta feel pain to get rich?
'Stead of stackin' chips, finna
Pack them clips, boy
If I feel it, I feel it, if I don't, I don't
If it ain't really real
Then I probably won't
Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers
Ready to ride for this real hip hop, y'all
I'm ready to die, uh
Ride to this if you miss 2Pac
Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa
My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop, y'all
I'm ready to die, uh
Hip (What?) hop (What?), hip (What?) hop (What?)
Hip (What?) hop (What?), hip (What? Come on)
It's bigger than hip
(What?) hop (What?), hip (yeah) hop (What?)
Hip (What?) hop (What?), hip (What? Come on)
It's bigger than hip
(What?) hop (Ride), hip (Ride) hop (Ride)
Hip (Live) hop (Live), hip (Bounce, come on)
It's bigger than hip
(What?) hop (What?), hip (Ride) hop (Ride)
Hip (Bounce) hop (Bounce), hip (Live) hop (Come on)
If I feel it, I feel it, if I don't, I don't
If it ain't really real
Then I probably won't
Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers
Ready to ride for this real hip hop, y'all
I'm ready to die, uh
Ride to this if you miss 2Pac
Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa
My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop, y'all
I'm ready to die, uh
We keep it crunked up (Crunked up)