Dual Core - For Real lyrics
[Dual Core - For Real lyrics]
This one's for my MCs and real rap fans
The true heart of hip
Hop that still clap hands
Who go to the shows
Feel the notes in their soul
And listen to the wordplay
Enclosed in the flow
Inscribe all the thoughts that
They captured dreaming
Spitting life into verses
Giving words meaning
The freestyle began, my intro to rap
Making lines rhyme to the beat in a flash
Other artists bragged to the
Bills in their stash
But, I had a student loan
Couldn't talk about the cash
Plus they had rims they would
Roll in the street
The first car I bought was
Almost older than me
I wrote like a pro, and spit what I know
Made a link with Six Four
And I continued to grow
Imagine the surprise when our eyes identified
People shared our interests and
Listening with pride
Nerdcore, geeksta, whatever you may call it
Reveal the real meaning, adjective agnostic
This one's for my b-boys
And skilled graf writers
The true heart of hip hop
That still craft fire
All sorts of reasons to
Demonstrate skills for
Out on the dance floor or up on the billboard
Love the graf writers for
Their piecing and tagging
It gave me a reason to
Enjoy the train passing
Felt the inspiration and took
To my flatscreen
Warez group logos I designed all in ASCI I
Wild font styles, change colors faded
All the groups around
Name an acronym I made it
Tagged every item in the group
That had passed through
Memorized the characters, every single value
And freestyle was old if I
Had to tell the truth
Then I met Crazy Legs from
The Rock Steady Crew
He said: Hip hop is you, it's in what you do
And it made me realize this is hip hop too
This one's for my DJs above and underground
The true heart of hip hop
That handles the sound
Writers' heads nod, b-boys dance around
They fuel the MCs please
Don't cancel them now
All wax or digital they've gotta create
And somehow they're still out
Digging in the crates
Bassline for mind, use the rhythm as voice
Laptop or turntable, weapon of choice
Beat juggle, flare, techniques so sick
The scratches, the blends
And the fades on the mix
Round out the package, finish it completed
So much for you
So you see why they're needed
Think about the songs that
You save and import
You'd have an incomplete playlist
Without Six Four it'd be a bit short
I mean you'd need a few more
Because without the DJ there'd
Be no Dual Core
The true heart of hip
Hop that still clap hands
Who go to the shows
Feel the notes in their soul
And listen to the wordplay
Enclosed in the flow
Inscribe all the thoughts that
They captured dreaming
Spitting life into verses
Giving words meaning
The freestyle began, my intro to rap
Making lines rhyme to the beat in a flash
Other artists bragged to the
Bills in their stash
But, I had a student loan
Couldn't talk about the cash
Plus they had rims they would
Roll in the street
The first car I bought was
Almost older than me
I wrote like a pro, and spit what I know
Made a link with Six Four
And I continued to grow
Imagine the surprise when our eyes identified
People shared our interests and
Listening with pride
Nerdcore, geeksta, whatever you may call it
Reveal the real meaning, adjective agnostic
This one's for my b-boys
And skilled graf writers
The true heart of hip hop
That still craft fire
All sorts of reasons to
Demonstrate skills for
Out on the dance floor or up on the billboard
Love the graf writers for
Their piecing and tagging
It gave me a reason to
Enjoy the train passing
Felt the inspiration and took
To my flatscreen
Warez group logos I designed all in ASCI I
Wild font styles, change colors faded
All the groups around
Name an acronym I made it
Tagged every item in the group
That had passed through
Memorized the characters, every single value
And freestyle was old if I
Had to tell the truth
Then I met Crazy Legs from
The Rock Steady Crew
He said: Hip hop is you, it's in what you do
And it made me realize this is hip hop too
This one's for my DJs above and underground
The true heart of hip hop
That handles the sound
Writers' heads nod, b-boys dance around
They fuel the MCs please
Don't cancel them now
All wax or digital they've gotta create
And somehow they're still out
Digging in the crates
Bassline for mind, use the rhythm as voice
Laptop or turntable, weapon of choice
Beat juggle, flare, techniques so sick
The scratches, the blends
And the fades on the mix
Round out the package, finish it completed
So much for you
So you see why they're needed
Think about the songs that
You save and import
You'd have an incomplete playlist
Without Six Four it'd be a bit short
I mean you'd need a few more
Because without the DJ there'd
Be no Dual Core