| 作词 : BRISTOL, JOHN/MCNEIL, DORIS/MOLTKE, SHAWN/SMITH, JAMES TODD/WARWAR, NICHOLAS/WILLIAMS, M | |
| "You better stop foolin if you want to get along with me" | |
| True"We grew up on the block, and we know about poverty" | |
| Do you?Dear hip-hop, | |
| I apologize for how you've been treated | |
| I should've fought for my culture, instead | |
| I retreated | |
| The game is wounded, | |
| I stood and watched while they beat it | |
| My culture starved, | |
| I refused to feed it | |
| They sold you for a dollar like slaves in iron collars | |
| A*R's chase you with bloodhounds and rottweilers | |
| You went to the highest bidder, you was pissed on like kitty litter | |
| But far from a quitter, but there's somethin to consider | |
| Nah, after much deliberation | |
| I decided | |
| I'm the hottest cat to ever receive rotation | |
| I'm the foundation, one of the chief architectsof this dream we're all chasin, | |
| I had to speak up | |
| Too much time was wastin | |
| WHOA! So here we go | |
| I'm tired of the money talk and the, bitches and hoes | |
| Everybody's always, soundin the same | |
| I have to walk on water | |
| [3X] | I can't, drown in the game[Chorus 2X: scratched samples]"Hip-Hop, was set out in the dark" "They used to do it out in the park" |
| I remember your bar mitzvah, that burgundy label | |
| Me and Jam | |
| Master had the battle of the big cables | |
| Before the | |
| Serratos, real vinyls, real tables | |
| Skills was the motto, no hype, no fables | |
| You seemed so happy, you loved me so much | |
| You popped off and went platinum, at my slightest touch | |
| Oversized hoodies, | |
| Yukon trucks20 years later, it's like lightning struck | |
| They're worshipin the money, they're prayin to the bank | |
| They danced on slaveship, slept as it sank | |
| The devil made 'em do it, but only | |
| God do I thank | |
| Because we aren't done yet, there's still gas in the tank | |
| You look in a man's eyes, that's how you really tell his rank | |
| Not the size of his account, check him, he might bounce | |
| It's all on the line, this time it really counts | |
| I'll bleed for this one, on down to the last ounce[Chorus] | |
| They rent a crib they're frontin, they rent a car they're stuntin | |
| They rent a chain they're bluffin, that's why the culture's sufferin | |
| And even if you're a millionaire that don't mean nothinunless you build your community and encourage some unity | |
| Too much ego... too much posin | |
| If he's so hot then, why's the culture frozen? | |
| It's time for a change, the order needs to be rearranged | |
| And this song was pre-ordained | |
| After 2 long decades, | |
| LL still remains | |
| And you can blame it on my spirit, not on my brains | |
| Time to put on my armor, go to war for the game | |
| Cause it's on its last leg, and that's more than a shame | |
| This is a lifestyle homey, it's more than champagne | |
| But I will make a toast to | |
| Flash reachin the | |
| Hall of Fame | |
| I end it with a line, from the book of | |
| King James | |
| Let there be light when | |
| I write graffiti on the train[Chorus][repeat 2X] | |
| Let us proclaim the mystery and fame | |
| I pray the | |
| Lord my culture be saved | |
| If hip-hop dies before | |
| I awakeMay | |
| Jam Master | |
| Jay cut a | |
| LL break |
| zuo ci : BRISTOL, JOHN MCNEIL, DORIS MOLTKE, SHAWN SMITH, JAMES TODD WARWAR, NICHOLAS WILLIAMS, M | |
| " You better stop foolin if you want to get along with me" | |
| True" We grew up on the block, and we know about poverty" | |
| Do you? Dear hiphop, | |
| I apologize for how you' ve been treated | |
| I should' ve fought for my culture, instead | |
| I retreated | |
| The game is wounded, | |
| I stood and watched while they beat it | |
| My culture starved, | |
| I refused to feed it | |
| They sold you for a dollar like slaves in iron collars | |
| A R' s chase you with bloodhounds and rottweilers | |
| You went to the highest bidder, you was pissed on like kitty litter | |
| But far from a quitter, but there' s somethin to consider | |
| Nah, after much deliberation | |
| I decided | |
| I' m the hottest cat to ever receive rotation | |
| I' m the foundation, one of the chief architectsof this dream we' re all chasin, | |
| I had to speak up | |
| Too much time was wastin | |
| WHOA! So here we go | |
| I' m tired of the money talk and the, bitches and hoes | |
| Everybody' s always, soundin the same | |
| I have to walk on water | |
| [3X] | I can' t, drown in the game Chorus 2X: scratched samples" HipHop, was set out in the dark" " They used to do it out in the park" |
| I remember your bar mitzvah, that burgundy label | |
| Me and Jam | |
| Master had the battle of the big cables | |
| Before the | |
| Serratos, real vinyls, real tables | |
| Skills was the motto, no hype, no fables | |
| You seemed so happy, you loved me so much | |
| You popped off and went platinum, at my slightest touch | |
| Oversized hoodies, | |
| Yukon trucks20 years later, it' s like lightning struck | |
| They' re worshipin the money, they' re prayin to the bank | |
| They danced on slaveship, slept as it sank | |
| The devil made ' em do it, but only | |
| God do I thank | |
| Because we aren' t done yet, there' s still gas in the tank | |
| You look in a man' s eyes, that' s how you really tell his rank | |
| Not the size of his account, check him, he might bounce | |
| It' s all on the line, this time it really counts | |
| I' ll bleed for this one, on down to the last ounce Chorus | |
| They rent a crib they' re frontin, they rent a car they' re stuntin | |
| They rent a chain they' re bluffin, that' s why the culture' s sufferin | |
| And even if you' re a millionaire that don' t mean nothinunless you build your community and encourage some unity | |
| Too much ego... too much posin | |
| If he' s so hot then, why' s the culture frozen? | |
| It' s time for a change, the order needs to be rearranged | |
| And this song was preordained | |
| After 2 long decades, | |
| LL still remains | |
| And you can blame it on my spirit, not on my brains | |
| Time to put on my armor, go to war for the game | |
| Cause it' s on its last leg, and that' s more than a shame | |
| This is a lifestyle homey, it' s more than champagne | |
| But I will make a toast to | |
| Flash reachin the | |
| Hall of Fame | |
| I end it with a line, from the book of | |
| King James | |
| Let there be light when | |
| I write graffiti on the train Chorus repeat 2X | |
| Let us proclaim the mystery and fame | |
| I pray the | |
| Lord my culture be saved | |
| If hiphop dies before | |
| I awakeMay | |
| Jam Master | |
| Jay cut a | |
| LL break |
| zuò cí : BRISTOL, JOHN MCNEIL, DORIS MOLTKE, SHAWN SMITH, JAMES TODD WARWAR, NICHOLAS WILLIAMS, M | |
| " You better stop foolin if you want to get along with me" | |
| True" We grew up on the block, and we know about poverty" | |
| Do you? Dear hiphop, | |
| I apologize for how you' ve been treated | |
| I should' ve fought for my culture, instead | |
| I retreated | |
| The game is wounded, | |
| I stood and watched while they beat it | |
| My culture starved, | |
| I refused to feed it | |
| They sold you for a dollar like slaves in iron collars | |
| A R' s chase you with bloodhounds and rottweilers | |
| You went to the highest bidder, you was pissed on like kitty litter | |
| But far from a quitter, but there' s somethin to consider | |
| Nah, after much deliberation | |
| I decided | |
| I' m the hottest cat to ever receive rotation | |
| I' m the foundation, one of the chief architectsof this dream we' re all chasin, | |
| I had to speak up | |
| Too much time was wastin | |
| WHOA! So here we go | |
| I' m tired of the money talk and the, bitches and hoes | |
| Everybody' s always, soundin the same | |
| I have to walk on water | |
| [3X] | I can' t, drown in the game Chorus 2X: scratched samples" HipHop, was set out in the dark" " They used to do it out in the park" |
| I remember your bar mitzvah, that burgundy label | |
| Me and Jam | |
| Master had the battle of the big cables | |
| Before the | |
| Serratos, real vinyls, real tables | |
| Skills was the motto, no hype, no fables | |
| You seemed so happy, you loved me so much | |
| You popped off and went platinum, at my slightest touch | |
| Oversized hoodies, | |
| Yukon trucks20 years later, it' s like lightning struck | |
| They' re worshipin the money, they' re prayin to the bank | |
| They danced on slaveship, slept as it sank | |
| The devil made ' em do it, but only | |
| God do I thank | |
| Because we aren' t done yet, there' s still gas in the tank | |
| You look in a man' s eyes, that' s how you really tell his rank | |
| Not the size of his account, check him, he might bounce | |
| It' s all on the line, this time it really counts | |
| I' ll bleed for this one, on down to the last ounce Chorus | |
| They rent a crib they' re frontin, they rent a car they' re stuntin | |
| They rent a chain they' re bluffin, that' s why the culture' s sufferin | |
| And even if you' re a millionaire that don' t mean nothinunless you build your community and encourage some unity | |
| Too much ego... too much posin | |
| If he' s so hot then, why' s the culture frozen? | |
| It' s time for a change, the order needs to be rearranged | |
| And this song was preordained | |
| After 2 long decades, | |
| LL still remains | |
| And you can blame it on my spirit, not on my brains | |
| Time to put on my armor, go to war for the game | |
| Cause it' s on its last leg, and that' s more than a shame | |
| This is a lifestyle homey, it' s more than champagne | |
| But I will make a toast to | |
| Flash reachin the | |
| Hall of Fame | |
| I end it with a line, from the book of | |
| King James | |
| Let there be light when | |
| I write graffiti on the train Chorus repeat 2X | |
| Let us proclaim the mystery and fame | |
| I pray the | |
| Lord my culture be saved | |
| If hiphop dies before | |
| I awakeMay | |
| Jam Master | |
| Jay cut a | |
| LL break |
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