Hip hop is a straight drop on the down side of the scratch flow. Rap is a lyrical attack you can find on any map. Hip Hop is oozing with don'tcha know. Rap is merely choosing who ya know. Hip Hop is an embrace, rap is beyond race. Hip Hop desperately needs you to love it, rap just wants you to shove it. Hip Hop runs with the color of blood in the streets and rap is registered with printed currency. Hip Hop is tolerance rap is opinionated hollerin'. Hip Hop gets down with the crunk and rap is one shot from stone drunk. Hip Hop is everything you believe in while rap is your enemy dreamin'. Hip Hop got the drop and won't stop while rappin happens while everyone's clappin'. I tried to bring my hip hop to school but rap stole my lunch money, fool. Hip Hop you eat and drink it, rap you just
smoke it what you been thinkin. Hip Hop's in the park with Lincoln while rap's out on the town with Al Capone drinkin'. Hip Hop is Obama and rap is Jeffery Dahmer. Kanye West is the best, Lil' Wayne's insane, but Cypress Hill and Son Doobie hail from a House Of Pain. White jiggers paint a fence and like to call it innocense while broke down Fords sing the blues, that's yesterday's news. One's all about assimilation the other usually degradation. They are interchangeable of course otherwise I'd get off my horse. Each has got a lil' of the other right in it, they're not in competition ain't no one tryin' to win it. They inform each other its called evolution. Going public with a merger is the only solution. Next year Hip Hop can go on the attack and rap music can chill and get laid back. If you're confused or feelin' used then take a swill but not no flack. Cuz they just different words that mean the same thing, and neither one is all about the bling bling. And that's "fresh", for two thousand eight, suckas . . . .
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I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
Ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few new york niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, Id be geeked when shed come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her
Verse two:
Now periodically I would see
Ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didnt have a body but she started gettin thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, thats how we got close
But then she broke to the west coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And Im a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in l.a.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into r&b hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and its all good
I wasnt salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung
Verse three:
I mightve failed to mention that the shit was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native
Told her if she got an energetic gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, shes universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now shes a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But Im committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That shes just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But ima take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who Im talkin bout yall is hip-hop-
common sense "I use to love h.e.r. 19942008
I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with
The spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics
Articulate but still would grab a nigga by the collar quick.
Whoever having problems wit they record sales just holla TIP
If that don't work and all else fails, then turn around and follow TIP
I got love for the game but ay, I'm not in love with all of it
Could do without the fame, the rappers nowadays are comedy
The hootin' and the hollerin', back and forth with the arguin'
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in
Seems as though you lost sight of what's important with the positive
And checks into your bank account, and you up out of poverty
Your values is a disarray, prioritizin' horribly
Unhappy with your riches 'cause you piss poor morally
Ignoring all prior advice and forewarnin'
And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden, aren't we?
-T.I.- live you life verse 2
