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Correct B-Boy Lyrics
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Correct B-Boy
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Ladies and gentlemen This an ode to the B-boys, B-girls The people out there who do it for the love And believe me I'm not dissin' anybody out there who's trying to get paid I'm trying to get paid too! But I got one question Whatever happened to the heart? That pumped the passion into the art? The entity that gave you the energy to wanna start? Breakdancing, I'm battling, doing it at the park Where the mission was expression, not only to top charts I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks Radio's lacking, controlled by fascists, assholes doing damage But we're gonna take it back Before beats to a hundred G's a pop All you needed was a tabletop and a beatbox Hip-hop without the B-boy is like shelltoes only having two stripes Hip-hop, we're freedom-fighting, graffiti-writing, party types That recite and organize and revitalize our rhyming 'Til the group of the moneymakers systems Knows that the industry can eventually get served Breakers of my verses spinning up a revolution throughout our words If you really want it, come on get it, 'cause I've got it I'm honestly paying homage to forgotten pioneers Of this culture that are giving them props and learn If you wanna earn your stripes You gotta be able to rock this mic and set cyphers alike The feeling to put in everything you got in the circle Will never be documented in the Coke commercial We be the baddest Now B-boys, B-girls Bring it back to the block Lemme see you get ill, for real, pop and lock! If you record without thought then stop Because I'll serve your whole album with the goddamn beatbox Without thought it just happens If you gotta think to feel, that's not rapping, that's acting I'm from a land of backpacks and fat cats Mcs with sick raps who serve those that are wack It's a way of life I put all my energy into the melody On the MPC until the death of me Record exceptionally, especially Whenever I be monumentally, grammatically, killing the mic I tell my DJs, cranking that music, keeping 'em moving when the beat plays Staying into it, breaking and grooving, and MCs they Thinking that you should always pursue in what their dreams make Taking from lucid to really do it All the people gotta make their money And the way to make money is to get inside of the industry Take it on the radio, blow so Even go blow, we get a car and a crib up on MTV But in the end what's classic? Radio bubblegum? Or a voice filled with passion? To my real hip-hop heads, please stand up 'Cause the only people that can preserve this art is us (seen) (Incredible)
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