The Spirit of Hip Hop Lyrics
| Song | The Spirit of Hip Hop |
| Artist | Beast 1333 |
| Album | MCCCXXXIII, Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pierre-Louis Garcia | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime & Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn't choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn't pick it cuz it's Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to use me as a Tool | |
| I feel baptized in It | |
| One day Ima build a School | |
| So I Can Teach | |
| Everything that I Learnt | |
| Go Beyond the Rules | |
| Erect a Monument an Obelisk and Pillars on these Fools | |
| Build a Village dropping Jewels | |
| In the Booth as I take the Cue | |
| Y'all showed me Love | |
| On every single song I've ever Made for you | |
| I won't Live Long | |
| Ain't no Flippin or turning the Sands of Time | |
| But I will be Remembered | |
| As people Rewind my Rhymes | |
| The Ladder I had to Climb | |
| The Obstacles in my Path | |
| Were No Match | |
| For my Passion and Hunger, inside my Wrath | |
| Wanted Out | |
| So at the Very Least | |
| Before my Bodies found Deceased | |
| Make sure that they Hear the Name | |
| Of 1333 the Beast | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime & Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn't choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn't pick it cuz it's Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to Use me as a Tool | |
| My Knowledge Vaster than the Ocean | |
| Your Knowledge a Shallow Pool | |
| Just Animals at the Zoo | |
| Displaying, the Earth's a Cage | |
| The Loser and by Default's | |
| The First one to Show his Rage | |
| The Writing's up on the Page | |
| My blood as it Mix with Ink | |
| Discovered a Trillion ways | |
| For Patterns in Rhymes to Link | |
| If Pun was Alive & Breathing No Drake & No Weezy even | |
| If Biggie was Here & Poppin No Nicki Minaj's Rocking | |
| If Pac was Alive & Walking there wouldn't be Wacka Flocka | |
| What happened to Fat Joe? | |
| His rhyming Used to be Proper | |
| I Would never sell Myself Out | |
| To Corporations or Labels | |
| I Don't want to be Rich | |
| I just want to put Food on the Table | |
| I Don't want a Mansion | |
| I don't want a Giant Lavish Crib | |
| What I want is to be Able | |
| To pay the Rent for my Kids | |
| What I Want is not to Have to Worry | |
| Learnt to Eat the Stress | |
| Cuz it Kept me on my Toes | |
| And it Forced me to be the Best | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime & Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn't choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn't pick it cuz it's Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to use me as a Tool | |
| I Don't Rap about Honies or Being a Drug Mule | |
| Because I know that there's Impressionable Youth | |
| That Listen to Me | |
| So I Train em to the Best of my Knowledge | |
| And Teach em Fully | |
| Every song I Make should turn into a Class | |
| You feel your Sitting at | |
| The ones already Know me | |
| Know Exactly what I'm getting at | |
| When teaming up with Nevahmind | |
| I Boost to Ultra Hyper Slang | |
| My Brain is in the Middle | |
| Controlling the Body like I'm Krang | |
| Masters tend to Practice | |
| With Practice y'all Turn to Masters | |
| When it's Freezing we gon See | |
| Who gon Git Up & Skin the Cat First | |
| I've never had a Wack Verse | |
| And Since Opinions Relative | |
| My ongoing Mission is Kicking this Shit Superlative | |
| I Burst Open Hydrogen Bombs | |
| And Battle Bare Knuckle | |
| You'd have to chop Both of my Arms | |
| To Fight a Fair Scuffle | |
| People Listen to Me | |
| Cuz they know the Spit is Real | |
| I Summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop it Blessed me with these SKills |
| zuo qu : PierreLouis Garcia | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn' t choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn' t pick it cuz it' s Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to use me as a Tool | |
| I feel baptized in It | |
| One day Ima build a School | |
| So I Can Teach | |
| Everything that I Learnt | |
| Go Beyond the Rules | |
| Erect a Monument an Obelisk and Pillars on these Fools | |
| Build a Village dropping Jewels | |
| In the Booth as I take the Cue | |
| Y' all showed me Love | |
| On every single song I' ve ever Made for you | |
| I won' t Live Long | |
| Ain' t no Flippin or turning the Sands of Time | |
| But I will be Remembered | |
| As people Rewind my Rhymes | |
| The Ladder I had to Climb | |
| The Obstacles in my Path | |
| Were No Match | |
| For my Passion and Hunger, inside my Wrath | |
| Wanted Out | |
| So at the Very Least | |
| Before my Bodies found Deceased | |
| Make sure that they Hear the Name | |
| Of 1333 the Beast | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn' t choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn' t pick it cuz it' s Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to Use me as a Tool | |
| My Knowledge Vaster than the Ocean | |
| Your Knowledge a Shallow Pool | |
| Just Animals at the Zoo | |
| Displaying, the Earth' s a Cage | |
| The Loser and by Default' s | |
| The First one to Show his Rage | |
| The Writing' s up on the Page | |
| My blood as it Mix with Ink | |
| Discovered a Trillion ways | |
| For Patterns in Rhymes to Link | |
| If Pun was Alive Breathing No Drake No Weezy even | |
| If Biggie was Here Poppin No Nicki Minaj' s Rocking | |
| If Pac was Alive Walking there wouldn' t be Wacka Flocka | |
| What happened to Fat Joe? | |
| His rhyming Used to be Proper | |
| I Would never sell Myself Out | |
| To Corporations or Labels | |
| I Don' t want to be Rich | |
| I just want to put Food on the Table | |
| I Don' t want a Mansion | |
| I don' t want a Giant Lavish Crib | |
| What I want is to be Able | |
| To pay the Rent for my Kids | |
| What I Want is not to Have to Worry | |
| Learnt to Eat the Stress | |
| Cuz it Kept me on my Toes | |
| And it Forced me to be the Best | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn' t choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn' t pick it cuz it' s Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to use me as a Tool | |
| I Don' t Rap about Honies or Being a Drug Mule | |
| Because I know that there' s Impressionable Youth | |
| That Listen to Me | |
| So I Train em to the Best of my Knowledge | |
| And Teach em Fully | |
| Every song I Make should turn into a Class | |
| You feel your Sitting at | |
| The ones already Know me | |
| Know Exactly what I' m getting at | |
| When teaming up with Nevahmind | |
| I Boost to Ultra Hyper Slang | |
| My Brain is in the Middle | |
| Controlling the Body like I' m Krang | |
| Masters tend to Practice | |
| With Practice y' all Turn to Masters | |
| When it' s Freezing we gon See | |
| Who gon Git Up Skin the Cat First | |
| I' ve never had a Wack Verse | |
| And Since Opinions Relative | |
| My ongoing Mission is Kicking this Shit Superlative | |
| I Burst Open Hydrogen Bombs | |
| And Battle Bare Knuckle | |
| You' d have to chop Both of my Arms | |
| To Fight a Fair Scuffle | |
| People Listen to Me | |
| Cuz they know the Spit is Real | |
| I Summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop it Blessed me with these SKills |
| zuò qǔ : PierreLouis Garcia | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn' t choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn' t pick it cuz it' s Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to use me as a Tool | |
| I feel baptized in It | |
| One day Ima build a School | |
| So I Can Teach | |
| Everything that I Learnt | |
| Go Beyond the Rules | |
| Erect a Monument an Obelisk and Pillars on these Fools | |
| Build a Village dropping Jewels | |
| In the Booth as I take the Cue | |
| Y' all showed me Love | |
| On every single song I' ve ever Made for you | |
| I won' t Live Long | |
| Ain' t no Flippin or turning the Sands of Time | |
| But I will be Remembered | |
| As people Rewind my Rhymes | |
| The Ladder I had to Climb | |
| The Obstacles in my Path | |
| Were No Match | |
| For my Passion and Hunger, inside my Wrath | |
| Wanted Out | |
| So at the Very Least | |
| Before my Bodies found Deceased | |
| Make sure that they Hear the Name | |
| Of 1333 the Beast | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn' t choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn' t pick it cuz it' s Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to Use me as a Tool | |
| My Knowledge Vaster than the Ocean | |
| Your Knowledge a Shallow Pool | |
| Just Animals at the Zoo | |
| Displaying, the Earth' s a Cage | |
| The Loser and by Default' s | |
| The First one to Show his Rage | |
| The Writing' s up on the Page | |
| My blood as it Mix with Ink | |
| Discovered a Trillion ways | |
| For Patterns in Rhymes to Link | |
| If Pun was Alive Breathing No Drake No Weezy even | |
| If Biggie was Here Poppin No Nicki Minaj' s Rocking | |
| If Pac was Alive Walking there wouldn' t be Wacka Flocka | |
| What happened to Fat Joe? | |
| His rhyming Used to be Proper | |
| I Would never sell Myself Out | |
| To Corporations or Labels | |
| I Don' t want to be Rich | |
| I just want to put Food on the Table | |
| I Don' t want a Mansion | |
| I don' t want a Giant Lavish Crib | |
| What I want is to be Able | |
| To pay the Rent for my Kids | |
| What I Want is not to Have to Worry | |
| Learnt to Eat the Stress | |
| Cuz it Kept me on my Toes | |
| And it Forced me to be the Best | |
| Everywhere I Look | |
| All I See is Dirt Grime Crime | |
| Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside | |
| I Had to Rhyme | |
| I didn' t choose this Line of Work | |
| I Didn' t pick it cuz it' s Cool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop | |
| To Use me as a Tool | |
| I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to use me as a Tool | |
| I Don' t Rap about Honies or Being a Drug Mule | |
| Because I know that there' s Impressionable Youth | |
| That Listen to Me | |
| So I Train em to the Best of my Knowledge | |
| And Teach em Fully | |
| Every song I Make should turn into a Class | |
| You feel your Sitting at | |
| The ones already Know me | |
| Know Exactly what I' m getting at | |
| When teaming up with Nevahmind | |
| I Boost to Ultra Hyper Slang | |
| My Brain is in the Middle | |
| Controlling the Body like I' m Krang | |
| Masters tend to Practice | |
| With Practice y' all Turn to Masters | |
| When it' s Freezing we gon See | |
| Who gon Git Up Skin the Cat First | |
| I' ve never had a Wack Verse | |
| And Since Opinions Relative | |
| My ongoing Mission is Kicking this Shit Superlative | |
| I Burst Open Hydrogen Bombs | |
| And Battle Bare Knuckle | |
| You' d have to chop Both of my Arms | |
| To Fight a Fair Scuffle | |
| People Listen to Me | |
| Cuz they know the Spit is Real | |
| I Summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop it Blessed me with these SKills |
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