Psycho Les, Pete Rock, Jeru the Damaja, Inspectah Deck - Hip Hop Never Left lyrics
Pete Rock [Peter Phillips] The Bronx, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Jeru the Damaja
[Psycho Les, Pete Rock, Jeru the Damaja, Inspectah Deck - Hip Hop Never Left lyrics]
I am Les your highness that’s right
My niggas The Beatnuts we’re shaking
Pete Rock
Yow you hear a lot of chatter
It’s not real talk
Hip Hop never left New York
Still getting money
Still holding down the fort
Hip Hop never left New York
Worldwide Beezus
King in the eyes of Don Beavers
Smoke crowd louder than Nas speakers
New money smell, call it fresh bread
They still love me
Funny that’s what my ex said
I don’t fuck with you neither
You the yard weed
Me, I be sativa, beat beater, leak eater
Flow so automatic like moronic
Terminator screen on the optics
Slice steaks at the table with grapes
Loving that hate
Thinking how to double the take
Triple the weight
Heavy like my god Dwight Myers
The bang bang boogie, jump up inside riots
I’m quite biased
My game will ride like some white bikers
With leather vest on my rep is Telfon
Black step fresh on the block like an excon
Treasure me forever like your mom
Aye yo Psych on the beat, Deck just body him
Combined techniques and styles like
A karate flick
Karate top a brick call me the karate kid
Clip
Guards are frail when my soldiers start the L
You should go far for real cause you
Ain’t got no heart to kill
This ain’t no APMD you gots to chill
Well listen to me son I will
Serve you like a foreign grill
I’m getting rich while you feeding
And I don’t get mad no more I get even
Snake niggas I’m reading like a teleprompter
So legal I’m a fly their
Head like a helicopter
I puff ganja like a rasta in Kingston
There’s another speaker knocking like soccer
It’s kicking out the music box
Shout the rapper gang
We hit the competition like a
Pit vs a cocker spaniel
Uh, sit here comes the flame thrower
By the way he hold his weapon
You can tell he a pro
Hell been on a mission be
There for the ammunition
Go put yourself in that position
If you brave enough
Light it up and watch the whole thing glow
Hit you with the rhythm that
Make your body move slow
Rhymes we throw like hardcore
Knees and elbows
Is it gonna make a man I really don’t know
In constant Negan flip like I know Judo
Perform the powerslam whilst the
Whole spa blow
So don’t be slow, beats and lines by kilos
This shit here hot like my hand is silo
Still feasting cheese like the honeys below
Cause I’m rhyming and you’re just so so
Screaming out for promo
For these wack ass rappers should
Get smacked for your flow
You hear a lot of chatter, it’s not real talk
Hip Hop never left New York
Still getting money
Still holding down the fort
Hip Hop never left New York
You hear a lot of chatter, it’s not real talk
Hip Hop never left New York
Still getting money
Still holding down the fort
Hip Hop never left New York
Monumental Hip Hop shit
Inspectah Deck rocks the house
Rocks the house beat Nazi rocks the house
Jeru rock the house
Money Ryan rocks the house
Staten Island Island rocks the house
Brooklyn rocks the house
Queens rocks the hose
New York king you don’t stop
My niggas The Beatnuts we’re shaking
Pete Rock
Yow you hear a lot of chatter
It’s not real talk
Hip Hop never left New York
Still getting money
Still holding down the fort
Hip Hop never left New York
Worldwide Beezus
King in the eyes of Don Beavers
Smoke crowd louder than Nas speakers
New money smell, call it fresh bread
They still love me
Funny that’s what my ex said
I don’t fuck with you neither
You the yard weed
Me, I be sativa, beat beater, leak eater
Flow so automatic like moronic
Terminator screen on the optics
Slice steaks at the table with grapes
Loving that hate
Thinking how to double the take
Triple the weight
Heavy like my god Dwight Myers
The bang bang boogie, jump up inside riots
I’m quite biased
My game will ride like some white bikers
With leather vest on my rep is Telfon
Black step fresh on the block like an excon
Treasure me forever like your mom
Aye yo Psych on the beat, Deck just body him
Combined techniques and styles like
A karate flick
Karate top a brick call me the karate kid
Clip
Guards are frail when my soldiers start the L
You should go far for real cause you
Ain’t got no heart to kill
This ain’t no APMD you gots to chill
Well listen to me son I will
Serve you like a foreign grill
I’m getting rich while you feeding
And I don’t get mad no more I get even
Snake niggas I’m reading like a teleprompter
So legal I’m a fly their
Head like a helicopter
I puff ganja like a rasta in Kingston
There’s another speaker knocking like soccer
It’s kicking out the music box
Shout the rapper gang
We hit the competition like a
Pit vs a cocker spaniel
Uh, sit here comes the flame thrower
By the way he hold his weapon
You can tell he a pro
Hell been on a mission be
There for the ammunition
Go put yourself in that position
If you brave enough
Light it up and watch the whole thing glow
Hit you with the rhythm that
Make your body move slow
Rhymes we throw like hardcore
Knees and elbows
Is it gonna make a man I really don’t know
In constant Negan flip like I know Judo
Perform the powerslam whilst the
Whole spa blow
So don’t be slow, beats and lines by kilos
This shit here hot like my hand is silo
Still feasting cheese like the honeys below
Cause I’m rhyming and you’re just so so
Screaming out for promo
For these wack ass rappers should
Get smacked for your flow
You hear a lot of chatter, it’s not real talk
Hip Hop never left New York
Still getting money
Still holding down the fort
Hip Hop never left New York
You hear a lot of chatter, it’s not real talk
Hip Hop never left New York
Still getting money
Still holding down the fort
Hip Hop never left New York
Monumental Hip Hop shit
Inspectah Deck rocks the house
Rocks the house beat Nazi rocks the house
Jeru rock the house
Money Ryan rocks the house
Staten Island Island rocks the house
Brooklyn rocks the house
Queens rocks the hose
New York king you don’t stop