Luyện nghe bài hát I Said Hey

Yo, the first time I heard Digital I was in the first grade
My homie Lace brought it over and he it on a mixtape
I do the Humpty Hump and perform to his verses
Twelve years I learned that Shock-G and him were the same person
I loved Hammer, I can't front he taught me how to
Along with Bel Biv Devoe I had Jay Ohs and a pair of pants
But was the foundation of what would come to be
A life long passion journey and drive; an
Some people ask me what it means, I don't know where to
the deepest connection between my soul and my heart
When I stepped into a cipher and a jam in the park
I got served, no for I got served
But see I something
Observed and watched
An urged hunger burst, earned a turn at park.
I don't who you are, where you're from or what you believe in
But if you love hip hop I bet it's more or less for the reason
is it when you spit you exist in that moment
And if you're sick with that gift then you rip it when you it
Then all the shit that you live begins to lift up shoulders
And the audience well they get to where your soul is
The most feeling, rocking the crowd to your anthem
From the front to the back their motha fuckin' hands up
'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the first be the last
another b-boy and I'm a die in my stance

If you got a pen and a pad put your down
If you got a record and can crab lay a down
If you got a marker and a can bomb art now
If you got a floor and fast kick that I'll style

If you got a pen and a pad put heart down
If you got a record and can lay a scratch down
If you got a marker and a can bomb the whole damn
But if you live for hip hop don't ever put your down
Don't put hands down, keep that shit up

We're to rock it like this, do this with me
It goes front,
Front,
Front,
Front, on

It goes front,
Front,
I front, back
To my people you it

Now I don't know if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the
That makes people rap like they're trapped inside of bars
This ain't complicated man just be who you are
To busy searching for the light and the fact that you're a star
Now who's got passion now the hell up
'Cause I want to hear somebody rapping who's got it their cuts
Or you can get displaying your fancy cadences
But if you're not speaking the truth you as well not be saying shit
I said who's going to the kids?
You'd rather blow up and get so you can get some new rims
All the money in the world can help you look a star
But money can't buy you the heart to go and put inside bars
And I nice shit too
Believe me, I got a closet full of Nikes and a bunch of Lenore suits
They'll give you the tees and the icy earring like the whole youth,
Population of hip hop but look beyond it I record through,
These 'cause if I don't speak me
What's the difference between my lyrics and you hearin' on MTV
People fear that if they're away from the mainstream
Then album won't sell
I could give a fuck
I'm just goin' to and spit what's in my gut
And if you to you can go and label me conscious
But remember a kid at a bus stop beat boxin'
Who's life will be effected by what's inside of his

If you got a pen and a pad put your heart
If you got a record and can lay a scratch down
If you got a marker and a can bomb art now
If you got a and you're fast kick that I'll style

If you got a pen and a pad put your heart
If you got a record and can crab lay a scratch
If you got a marker and a can bomb the whole town
But if you for hip hop don't ever put your hands down