Hip-Hop (Censored Version) chords by Dead Prez
Verse 1
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It's bigger than hip -hop,
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hip -hop, hip -hop, hip
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It's bigger than hip -hop, hip -hop,
hip -hop, hip -hop
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One thing about music,
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when it hit you feel no pain
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White folks said control your brain,
I know better than that
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That's game man, we ready for that
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Two soldiers, head of the pack
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Matter of fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack and not react
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Back to beats, it don't reflect
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On how many records get sold
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On sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Whether your projects put on hold
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In the real world
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These just people with ideas
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They just like me and you
When the smoke and
cameras disappear
Again, the real world
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Is bigger than all these fake -ass records
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White folk folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
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If you check one, two
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My word of advice to you is just relax
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Just do what you got to do
If that don't work, then kick the fact
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If you a fighter, ride a bottom
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Flame ignited, crowd excited
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Or you wanna just get high, then just say it
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But then if you a liar, liar
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Pants on fire, wolf cry
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Agent with a Y
I'm gon' know it when I play it
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It's bigger than HIP HOP,
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HIP HOP, HIP HOP, HIP
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It's bigger than HIP HOP,
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HIP HOP, HIP HOP, HIP HOP
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Who shot Biggie Smalls?
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If we don't get them,
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they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them
crackers in they city hall
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We ride for y 'all, all my dawgs stay real
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Nigga don't think these record deals
gon' feed your seeds
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And pay your bills because they not
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MCs get a little bit of love
and think they hot
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Talkin' bout how much money they got
All y 'all records sound the same,
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I'm sick of that fake thug
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R &B rap scenario all
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day on the radio
Same scenes in the video,
monotonous material,
y 'all don't hear me though
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These record labels slang, I tape like dope
E
You could be next in line and sign
and still be writing rhymes in rope
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You would rather have a Lexus or Justice,
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a dream or some substance
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A Beamer, a necklace or freedom
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See a nigga like me don't play or hate,
I just stay awake
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This real hip hop, and it don't stop
Till we get the popo off the block
they call it
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HELL HOP HELL HOP
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It's bigger than HELL HOP HELL HOP
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It's bigger than HELL HOP HELL HOP
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It's bigger than HELL HOP HELL HOP
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Dean Penes got that crazy shit
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We keep it crunk up, John Blaze and shit
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One, D .P.'s got that crazy shit
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We keep it crunk up, John Blaze and shit
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What a nigga wanna do?
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D .P.'s got that crazy shit
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We keep it crunk up, John Blaze and shit
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One, two, one, two
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D .P.'s got that crazy shit
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We keep it crunk up, John Blaze and shit
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D .P.'s got that crazy shit
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We keep it crunk up
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They call it...
Outro 1
Fake records...
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Hip-Hop (Censored Version)
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