DJ Mickey Knox - Hip Hop feat. Kaleber, Stat Quo & Jon Connor lyrics

rate me

From the ashes of the black spades, came the time of age

And the man who tried to change the mind frame of black games

And rechannel that black rage, into energy

Instead of violence, we can express our violence lyrically

But mentally, physically and spiritually,

Without me killing you or you killing me

Based on these principles, we can rebuild our community

Oh having fun, peace, love and unity

Hip hop, the movement of intelligence

Reflecting god’s beauty thruough the elements

B boy, dj, emcee, grafitti too,

These are the 4 the more important, the 5th element is you

Opressors opress us, but here’s what you do

Can’t stop, won’t stop, don’t stop, zulu

Africa bambada, I salut you, from soulsonic force to the juice crew

From kingtom the 3rd to my very style

No matter how hard they try, they can’t stop us now

We breached the gap, close whites, latinos and black vocals

This to that close, I pass the mike to stat quo repping hip hop

I remember the ghetto boys, balling g, ugk

Kilo and down, by law was ripping that a

And then outcast and diddy came,

I was like damn, can’t forget about germaine

Dupri, you see how thangs changed

And the game statistics rearranged, never staying the same

But it still remain that good old hip hop

Music of the soul, freestyle or bip bop

Out in the park, blunt ready to spark

Day or dark no matter we keep rapping our heart

Fuck medias and billboard chart

This is hood art, beautiful music, we modern day mozart

Riding the future while the world fall apart

Saving that coaches through songs and put on the ark

Like noah, and now that I’m older

I appreciate hip hop and I’ma ride something soldier

Hip, hip, hip hop

Yeah, aha, a child of the 80’s but a product of the 90’s

Had my cross colored jeans, car ... and some nikes

Hip hop the lyrical motion picture that I see

Snoop dogg gave me the same feeling than spike lee

Writing 16’s feel like I was doing the right thing

Day dreaming bout chicks in biker shorts and tight jeans

Born in the hood but thought to get it by the right means

Rose from the concrete, they was sounding just like me

Rappers just a part of the culture, that’s not the whole of it

But corporations have stolen it, house niggas just roll with it

Niggas like me, we just try to regain control of it

Y’all gonn keep selling out, the rap ain’t got a soul limit

Never take the name of pac and biggy in vain

Because they died for what I do everyday

So everything I write, it gotta stand for something

So when I rhyme just know that they ain’t die for nothing

That’s hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop.