This Much Hip-Hop
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I was born atop the death of the disco era coked up
Knee high to a shell toe when I post up
You can smell it like I’m a make the most of
Pick of fist in the hair like I’m not supposed to
Be this No read this Yo check this Picked his name solely on the fact you can’t believe
My path’s tuned by a thumpin in the distance
Not the only detour in existence
GNR T-shirts Kool G Rap in the notebook
Cared more bout the know how than the now look
Went left when my people threw the right hook
P-Funk dig it up duct tape the floors up
Bubble letter the output
Never question the advance of the good foot
Fuck fame bet it all on a dream
Just heed to keep shoveling the coal when you lose full steam hmm
And I’m this much hip hop
Your zin zins way off and you don’t rock
Wobble to me with your lees and your high-tops
Grudge upon your shoulders co-dependent with the boom box
Shrug it off like you’re this much hip hop
Mad paid teeth gleam when you photo op
Wobble to me with a grudge and a bottle pop
Shrug upon my shoulder co-dependent with the boom box
A million MC’s in a one horse town
A million DJ’s in a one horse town
A million Graf writers in a one horse town
A million B-Boys in a one horse town
Measure up
Pay no attention to the color of the fist
Fight cause for the effect, never do it for the moolah
Just in the second that I schooled ya
We could of danced on a skull or two my maneuvers
Pay homage to a fat laced put ya foot down
Take notes be dope or be gone camaraderie
A get up and get down mentality
As I stay grounded with a mind space oddity
And I’m pissed ‘cause you think it don’t exist
When my sandals walked what you never knew eclipsed
The limelight but it’s alright
I got enough coal to keep the dream lit
But the shovel don’t dig itself and the money don’t make the wealth
And the joker don’t make the joke The mirror don’t make the smoke
And a sucker don’t make success
Many a truth is in the jest I guess hmm
And I’m this much hip hop
Your zin zins way off and you don’t rock
Wobble to me with your lees and your high-tops
Grudge upon your shoulders co-dependent with the boom box
Shrug it off like you’re this much hip hop
Mad paid teeth gleam when you photo op
Wobble to me with a grudge and a bottle pop
Shrug upon my shoulder co-dependent with the boom box
One million legends in a one horse town
A million show boats in a one horse town
A million gun toters in a one horse town
A million nobodies in a one horse town
Measure up
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The Sound RI
03:27
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The crowd has got me feeling open
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The vibe has got me right and focused
And
The front and back in fact the whole way around
Know that when we come to rock y’all can’t mess with the sound
The dancehall is gonna know this
And
They ain’t leaving until they’re soaking
And
The front and back in fact the whole way around know
That when we come to rock y’all can’t mess with the sound
Sweating from the pressure
Fire in his eyes
His sound’s selector
Til now he’s been denied
Clashing with the champions
It’s time to make it live
Drops an ill dub soundbwoy by his side
Bringing fiyah to the dancehall and just as it roasts
Deejay on the mic tears em down with a toast
Crowd is getting live starts to grind rock the boat
Bruk up cats moving lose their minds to the ghost
He’s meeting all his hopes steady rock to riddim
Til the sound goes with the biggest deejay with them
Hitting all the right notes his sound might be a victim
Of a dancehall killing but he ain’t gonna let em
Get them with the bass chop it up with the tempo
Boost the sound louder when he drops a dub special
Satisfied eyes sweat pouring when he lets go
The crowd is going wild the other sound is going mental
He’s throwing up his hands as if he’s pointing at the peak
Until he’s seeing their selectah who is grinning smiling devious and
Steadying the sound as if he’s readying a treat
The people loving every minute steady rocking to the beat man
The crowd has got me feeling open
And
The vibe has got me right and focused
And
The front and back in fact the whole way around
Know that when we come to rock y’all can’t mess with the sound
The dancehall is gonna know this
And
They ain’t leaving until they’re soaking
And
The front and back in fact the whole way around know
That when we come to rock y’all can’t mess with the sound
The competitions killing
Our hero is getting nervous
It’s time to pull it out
Let them see his purpose
He’s got to take it higher as it bubbles to surface
So he boosts that fat bottom puts his deejay their to work
Drops a new plate to let them he came prepared
Dub has got them crazy puts some movement up in there
The deejay got them wilding shouting waving in the rear like
Lighter in the air now lighter in the air
So then he took em there
He’s winning getting love
But the comp ain’t even scared
Their selektah isn’t touched and doesn’t
Have an ounce of fear as they go dub fi dub
Our hero takes a hit their about to own the club but
He won’t let them get him staring smiling in his face
As he drops the same riddim on a far better plate
The crowd is bucking guns now and wilding in the place
Our hero drops the siren seals his competitions fate
He’s throwing up his hands as if he’s pointing at his pique
Until he’s seeing their selektah who is grinning in defeat
And now applauding his opponent who just took him like a theif
The people loving every minute steady rocking to the beat man
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Soot RI
01:02
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Son of Bob Ross RI
03:33
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Picture this bristle-less brush
Chapped lips whistle-less
5 o'clock razor ticklish
To my better half’s disgust
Forever roll tuff like a supernova quote
Quota equals dope
Spill the flow soak it up end quote
Paint it for the people missing ain't missing a few people
Missing people in a few ain't problematic
The problem's when my paints missing people
While I happy little forest fire this whole damn canvas my people
Jump ship with or without a life saver
While I’m cool hand luke with or without the light saber
Tip toe across the waters with a Jesus sandal fetish
Foam memory retain nothing but the imprints
In print depressed pedal back now wait
Skate great lengths to avoid all fates
Haste makes waste time waits for no man
No sir yes sir by the way who's taste
If the names not on your tongue
Then proceed to lick the packaging
Rickety bone structure
Sentence rudely stay ravishing
Pen’s puddle Rorschach with the greatest of clarity
The hilarity ensues when the sharpies run a muck
And I'll be writing til the pen dries
And I'll be shining til the sun sets
And I'll be spitting til the mic drops
And I'll be thinking til the brains dead
And I'll be rocking til the back breaks
And I'll be pushing til the buttons lock
I'll keep painting til the picture's perfect
I'll keep it spinning til the record stops
The son of Bob Ross
Button-downs all included
Remixed overdubbed and interluded
One finger holds the anxious like a rabid carpet beetle
Chewing at the circles for the rug burn ritual
I know its a habit to paint it all if you think you must
Ill be combining well water with my skeleton trust
No mans land about a mile up the road
I learned not too long ago every story's been told
So much for the surprise factor
See canned life filmed in front of live laughter
Babble box scripted by a b-lister hypocrite
All this time he never learned that I give what i get
Best respect insect decept' repellent
Tell it to the mountains make the molehills all jealous
Tell it to the seeds muster the strength for the relish
Compel them to stay focused when the focus break north
Of course off course is a stairway to understand
Keep the compass and the treasure map readily at your grip
Slip with grace or forever be undeniable, either way
Keep your dignity and the spit off your lip
And I'll be writing til the pen dries
And I'll be shining til the sun sets
And I'll be spitting til the mic drops
And I'll be thinking til the brains dead
And I'll be rocking til the back breaks
And I'll be pushing til the buttons lock
I'll keep painting til the picture's perfect
I'll keep it spinning til the record stops
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Rebel Music (cover) RI
04:19
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Remixes are so last year
Pierogis in your mouth and ya don't stop
Deto 22 and ya don't stop
Sketch tha cataclysm and ya don't stop
Antfarm Affiliates and ya don’t stop
Whatever happened to rapping being rebellious
And music slapping asses of actions they keep selling us
The passion is lacking, cracking the pelvis
Of art back to cellars the hearts trapped in shelters
While the truly homeless roam this globe with
Soulless poems focused on those that wrote shit
That fell well below the equilibrium
To those biting following toys man i'm getting them
Lets take it back to raps caps and pro-keds
Flip it bring your own lead that folds the old heads
Clones get stoned blown and broken We need a new lane to flow folks get open
Smoke the beat, freak the subject and
Preach when speaking your speech beat the government
Seek to piece while in heat, freak and covet it
The rebel music breathes through me kid i'm lovin' it
Writers get live with caps and uniwides
Rock rock y'all, to the beat y'all
B-Boys keeping it raw, hit the floor
Rock rock y'all, to the beat y'all
DJs hit them wheels and get ill
Rock rock y'all to the beat y'all
MCs take it to a new level be a rebel
Rock rock y'all
Yo spit what they speak stop drop delete
New sheet unique got props repeat
Non-stop complete now you rock to the beatbox
Heat rocks the seat now they hop on your meat
Pop a cassette in your deck break your cd
Know what fuck your tape grab some vinyl then see me
Come off kid its easy eat your wheaties
Be greedy with the m.i.c. feed the needy
Preach the new gospel kid beat your t.v.
Bust the boombox when rocked thief my beating
Heart spark the cipher then close the proceedings
Start by leading give MCing new meaning
Yo inspire me bark and spark fire
We start the dark wire then hark we're harsh liars
Desire to push higher and burn top to bottom
The listeners minds like a rebel with a problem
Writers get live with caps and uniwides
Rock rock y'all, to the beat y'all
B-Boys keeping it raw, hit the floor
Rock rock y'all, to the beat y'all
DJs hit them wheels and get ill
Rock rock y'all to the beat y'all
MCs take it to a new level be a rebel
Rock rock y'all
Yo this is sketch tha cataclysm of the antfarm affiliates
You hear what Deto is trying to tell you right now right
What happened to your own thoughts your ideas
Carry that stop fucking around
Be fucking original
This is a public service announcement
Ooh lets move test to best technology
Spit shit different so just rep follow me
Shift flow with soul collect bless colonies
Dumb makes dough no shit
Honestly my policys to bomb Mcs that consciously
And constantly leave progress
De-lete conscience when they bottomfeed
Sonically they're mockeries
Job is beating honesty
Out of these beats and breaks rape our property
Suckahs these phonics spit fear
Those that ain't up to these comments clench ears
Uncover suffering my conscience is clear
Move back muthafuckahs the conscious is here
Bump this love us the progress is here
The honest is here the objects to clear
Out conformity plus pay homage to tears
Shed for rebel thought lost through the fogging of ears
Stand clear prepare
Writers get live with caps and uniwides
Rock rock y'all, to the beat y'all
B-Boys keeping it raw, hit the floor
Rock rock y'all, to the beat y'all
DJs hit them wheels and get ill
Rock rock y'all to the beat y'all
MCs take it to a new level be a rebel
Rock rock y'all
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Skittlz 72 RI
01:17
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As I write this I stand naked in my tension
In a 4X4 room made of walls of pressure
Fingers jittered tapping their rhythms on the air
With tears battering the fretboard until the Twelfth of Never
That song played its sorrows on my day on repeat
Directly on my chest for what felt like forever
I want out
I want air
I want
Whatever
That last coffee probably didn't help
Now i’m shaking uncontrollably and drowning in my self
Through this dank cage of harnesses and belts its
Hard to see my past 'fore this imparted in my health
I remember once being able to greet the challenges
With greed to beat the elements without the need of aliments
I still refuse to fold and sip the chalices
But now I carry these anxieties as false talisman
Fighting this paralysis biting in these callouses
From writing type analysis through rhyming as a catalyst
For peace if even for a moment in this battle its
A long road to joy from where I live its hard to fathom it
Self medicating with liquor cabinets
Raided
And feeling even worse tomorrow with my ravages
Its a catch 20 challenges my ballad's fists
Beat upon my lungs its the grips of all my talents pits
Now i'm stuck
Fuck
It keeps pulling back everytime i'm at the cusp
The lights are messing with me
This whole room is such
I keep moving daps a plenty and I tremble at the touch
These people keep talking
I wish I didn't feel them
This music's overwhelming I continue with my reeling
Breathing choking as their smoking hits my heels and
With contact that could have your tims pushing off the ceiling
Time to swim in this water bottle
In hopes to stop my mind from drifting sifting through its hallows
Piling on the misery to forget it all tomorrow
I need to wipe the maps of these directions that i've followed
Fuck the stresses its time to face it
And put the stones through this glass box attempt to break it
Clutch the amplified and vocalize my cages
Standing naked with these walls of pressure buried in the pavement
Till the blue bells forget to bloom
Till the clovers lost its perfume
Till the poets run out of rhyme
And thats a long long time
Till the blue bells forget to bloom
Till the clovers lost its perfume
Till the poets run out of rhyme
And thats a long long time
I'm probably gonna have this forever
The need to swallow anxiousand grapple with the pressure
This feeling at my ankles that keeps my feathers fettered
With that drive contradicting all the currents to my weathered spirit
This tempered healing forced upon my letters
Bars and syllables as tender miracles upon my efforts
This pulling on my chest thats wreaking havoc on my clever
This ever-present shortened breath residing in my center
So I will be this tenor that must carry through his tenure
All these passenger
Contenders pushing like a stentor
That is voicing his displeasure Speaking poignant in his censure
Pointed at the deserts ends anointed with the septor
I'll keep the fight against myself until I reach the nestor
Festering with sweat from scraping anxious from my splendor
Until the day that I could find escape or I surrender
Until i'm better until the twelth of
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He stepped in with a barbed wire look to his grill
And a pitbull thrill for the kill
Pill popping acrobatics and a roach clip grip
And the holes in his head from the drill
Nose run like the son of aqualung minus pedophile predication
His aim is train focus to a spoon fed vacation
There ain’t no high more mountain like
Completely numb to the smell and the piranha bites
Only luck could unhook even the smartest guppy
Shake and bake dodge the hooks and you might get lucky
He thinks I’m in control like my soul’s remote
But it’s a long way to off button so it’s best to cope
Now you can hope to help but don’t stand too close
Cut and count your lost blessings at the same time bro
9 o’clock on the block like he’s clocking in
To the factory of life’s kind of pointless inc
Promotion to no emotion now he hopes to rest
Tonight a hungry addict and tomorrow a mess
Tonight a hungry addict and tomorrow a mess
Tonight a hungry addict and tomorrow a mess
A yo help me
I either need a hand or a hit
Hang a halo on a needle and worship where it fits
Hell if it’s heaven sent
Then I’ll pray
Hold pace heartbreak
Holy shit these are things that start with H
A yo help me
I either need a hand or a hit
Hang a halo on a needle and worship where it fits
Hell if it’s heaven sent
Then I’ll pray
Hold pace heartbreak
Holy shit these are things that start with H
She stepped in with a smile that could melt through the ice
And a rabid pitbull of a vice
Porn star cleavage and new girl in town fame
And the holes in her heart from the past
Here comes impatience stomping through the plexiglass
Half a century gone to reply to questions whole or half
20’s can’t break em
All I gots can’t shake em
Here’s an Aquafina on the House bottom out
And it’s heads you lose the nameless faces in the crowd
Pretty chick to holy shit in the time it takes a cloud
To metamorph your sis on some Helter Skelter shit
Great body dirty veins with dot connecting penmanship or
Same spectrum other side of dirty work
How such a skirt can retrieve on command for their man
Not only are they aiding but they’re running from the hand
He’s as diabetic as I’m godly ruler of the land
Who’s to judge
Not me. I’m only telescope
Hope to help but she ain’t got the time bottom line
Addiction to tunnel vision now she hopes to rest
Tonight a broken heart and tomorrow a mess
A yo help me, I either need a hand or a hit
Hang a halo on a needle and worship where it fits
Hell if it’s heaven sent then I’ll pray
Hold pace heartbreak holy shit these are things that start with H
A yo help me
I either need a hand or a hit
Hang a halo on a needle and worship where it fits
Hell if it’s heaven sent
Then I’ll pray
Hold pace heartbreak
Holy shit these are things that start with H
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Welt In 12 RI
02:33
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