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It's bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop

One thing bout music, when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we ready for that, two soldiers, head of the pack
Matter fact, who got the gat?
And where ma army at?
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On s** drugs and rock and roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world, these just people wit ideas
They're just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world is bigger than all these fake as records
Where poor folks got the millions and my womans disrespected
If you check 1 2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter rider bout a flaming gonna chronic cider
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a liar liar, pants on fire, wolf crier agent wit a wire
I'm gon know it when I play it

It's bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip
It's bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop

Who shot Biggy Smalls?
If we don't get them they gon get us all
I'm down for runnin and callin them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals gon feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not
Mcs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin bout how much money they got
Nigga all your records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug Rnb rap scenerio, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
These record lables slang our tapes like dope
You could be next in line to sign and still be writin rhymes and broke
You'd rather have a Lexus or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer or necklace or freedom?
See a nigga like me don't player hate, I just stay awake
This real hip hop, and it don't stop till we get the police off the block

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Rock and roll
Rock and roll
Ro-are-rock and roll
Ro-are-rock and roll
Where my dogs at?
To the Whitehouse time (What?)
To the Whitehouse time
Bill Clinton (What?)
George Bush
Juliani (that's right)
We're comin for ya (What?)

Dead Prez
Malcolm X
You know
You know it
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