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This is hip hop, get busy
It's not pop, front and you'll get dropped
You're listening to slanged out
And Timberlands and
the rhythm that came from the streets

I was a young one at the time but mic trippin'
Had rhythm Ali when he was rope skipping
I got crazy when I the break beat
I used to lose it on niggaz on 4th and Street

They stop the attack once I moved forward
Many was drawn back, was seen awkward
Only with the bow and a mad flow
Poisonous arrows on a mark was set to go

Traveling at high speeds towards a
I hit bystanders in crowded markets
Documenters this most intimate footage
In the they come close, label it the hooded

Remarkable of an uncut episode
was given the safe but never was left the code
Close up of those who paved the road
Invincible armor like that nigga we call The

is hip hop, MC's get busy
It's not pop, you'll and you'll get dropped
You're to slanged out goodies
And and hoodies
With the rhythm that came from the

This is hip hop, get busy
It's not pop, front and you'll get dropped
You're to slanged out goodies
And and hoodies
With the that came from the streets

Havoc on the block, shots from the ratchet, pop
spinning outta control, body's drop
You the saying in the hood, fuck the cops
Certified on the clock, them ducks with metal

It takes on the planet in rocks
Take nothing for granted, raised by these and bandits
The enchanted, sticky keeps my eyes slanted
Hard times coming up in the but the Sunn manage

Watch me take advantage, get it, it, panoramic
The notes I quote, water like the Atlantic
Never catch me frantic, swift the antics
Bitch, vanish, niggaz, they run rapid

Sun of a man, son of the sun, son of a gun
Breaded from the slums of one and teach one
What's is done, son, the game is made
Stay like switchblades, continue to get paid

This is hip hop, MC's get
It's not pop, you'll front and get dropped
You're listening to slanged out
And and hoodies
With the rhythm came from the streets

You know a hit when it split ya wig back
gatling, strapping a .38 revolver
It's going down, for the sound, my soldiers rally 'round
men, blending in with the surrounding

'Nuff gunmen, 'nuff flatbush, strapped with the vest
No pussy test the God, the grounds is held
Illegal eagle, cadaver dog
Search for the that's lost, of course it's BK

You heard niggaz got for sheik coats and big ropes
Legendary students sold coke
blocks that's still hot from shots popped back in '88
The gate where son lay, never made the paper

Just another caper by a masked killer, broad day light
Crown Heights, some are Fahrenheit, heat
Cops on the beat, the money flow of the street
My is whole wheat, the fam gotta eat

This is hip hop, MC's get
It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get
You're listening to out goodies
And and hoodies
With the rhythm that came the streets

is hip hop, MC's get busy
It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get
You're to slanged out goodies
And and hoodies
With the rhythm that came the streets

Come on, this is hip hop, come on, come, on
This is hip hop, on, come, come, come on
This is hip hop, come on, come, on
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is hip hop