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udenergy
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视频来自:土豆
对Rakim的了解不算多,最熟悉的就是这首歌了。。我的flow当然没他那么丝滑柔顺~
[Intro]
(Hip-Hop!) X2
That's what it is. Uh huh.
Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man.
[Hook]
Ay, yo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up.
Reminisce, when this drop, get amped up.
Any hit that's this hot is an anthem.
Do ya' dance, love. She need a hand, brah.
Lyricist's that spit Pop, get stamped "Thugs".
Hit or miss, then flip-flop, then clam up.
They fearing this'll hit blocks and slam clubs.
Put yo' hands up! Here ya' man come!
[Verse 1]
It's, "Mr. World-Renowned," with the best verse.
One of the illest in streets, from the East to the West, heard.
Get greeted with ghetto gestures like, "Yes, sir!"
The pre-meditated killer, for the way I stretch words.
Some of us love to flow 'til the club close.
And some'll love to blow for the love of dough.
In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for goods.
They extorting the game, exploiting the hood.
Rapper's rock for bread, while the gossip spread.
It's only "Hot," 'cause we watched by the cops and feds.
And plus, lots of heads go "Pop" instead.
That's why the word on the block is, "Hip-Hop Is Dead."
So consumer's quit copping, rapper's flip-flopping.
Artists pimped by they labels, like a slave pick cotton.
Pop Chart's killing underground Hip-Hoppers,
while the world still looking for Ra' like, Bin Laden.
Let's go!
[Hook]
Ay, yo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up.
Reminisce, when this drop, get amped up.
Any hit that's this hot is an anthem.
Do ya' dance, love. She need a hand, brah.
Lyricist's that spit Pop, get stamped "Thugs."
Hit or miss, then flip-flop, then clam up.
They fearing this'll hit blocks and slam clubs.
Put yo' hands up! Here ya' man come!