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lirik lagu hip-hop in the building – bad karma

[coast]

hip-hop has got me zoning on some next sh-t hoping
bring it way back, first spot i ever stayed at
play that a-track, hit symbol, b-ss clap
that’s how the snare hit um, spitting it there with um
used to get booed off stage, now they fair with him
i say f-ck um, can’t rock? go home and practice
since a little kid tryna make it happen
vibe is untouchable, love kicking it live
way i let the crowd connect with the thoughts in my mind
sick with a rhyme and if you happen to like this
put your hands way up high, let’s get right kid
the boom bap’s an extension to my heart beat
you can have anything cuz it’s on me
it’s my treat, share my gift with the people
the one and only, no phony it’s not a sequel
these other cats ain’t live, they never equal

[raze]

who knew when i was younger, get older and master ceremonies
when my fam and i go flow at shows i can smell the phonies
think that h-ll is only a figment of imagination
this track’s about hip-hop but i can’t skip my fascination
that this gift of spit is from god and he keeps my heart patient
such a dark nation, i express myself through drums and samples
if i’m not accepted, i forget it and i dust my sandles
they mishandle the industry, the mainstream ?? is k!lling me
with empty words and all you learn is vanity and misery
s-x, drugs and violence is what they pour in your brain
it’s deplorable and horrible immoral decay
what an awful display, what they say it just bores me
hip-hop’s alive more than ever cuz god’s using it for his glory
through certain men who work the pen to send a brighter view
and i salute to you who fight for truth and use the mic to move
crowds with sounds adverse and walk the earth with ??

[tabs]

for hip-hop tomorrow’s not promised
cuz most of these cats swear that they hot and i agree they hot garbage
so wake up, we surrounded by these fake f-cks
who come to your town hiding under a pound of clown makeup
i use them as punching bags, a bunch of f-gs who use mascara
the resemble mr. meaner or christina aguilera
word i’m hating on these lames, i know they like to dance
but them tight pants are cutting of the circulation to they brain
i pretend to be sane but throw irrational tantrums
til they make memory lane a national anthem
but that hand me this bullsh-t and they tell me to swallow
like hip-hop is in the hands of timbaland and nelly furtado
word our future ain’t bright, that’s why we purposely shine
like lack originality when spitting, remixing nursery rhymes
they try to wash your minds but not mine brethren
i’ll fire bomb your building, give a new meaning to hot 97

[ayedeal]

hip-hop supports so my mic gotta be my burner
fire hop off my hip, blaze guns, dj’s will turn ya
k!ll and murder mainstream, want to drown you with a life preserver
word to living cyphers, full of saliva stay spitting
heads spinning windmills for energy, keep legs kicking
sticking plants on a grid, nuclear arms are headstands
step through wetlands, flaring the air, leave you a redman
blowing out you eardrums, couldn’t hear must be a def jam
bless stands and head bob to make the planet rock
f-ck ?? cops ??? block cuz when albums drop
known for burning spots, battling and earning props
hip-hop’s my ?? box, i’m known for popping locks
hot off the top, i’ll ?? a rock to leave you dazed
high as raze, watch crazy legs fly off the stage
marry in ’96, hip-hop in 97 ways
missed the point well here comes another joint to blaze

[tones]

never had sh-t except hip-hop and that’s it
written spit push, every freestyle’s cl-ssic
before the saturation of wack rappers
we cyphered, contemplating what really matters
i remember back when i seen my first vision
hip-hop’s my faith, believe in my religion
think deep, live free while i spit to the beat
it’s in me, i always been a kid from the streets
this is tones in the flesh, it’s the style, it’s the shade
hip-hop is not dead when i rise out the grave
was born to spit and if this my last verse
i got 500 songs you could live off mad words
a whole lifetime of scars bled through lines
reminisce on how it was or remember the sign
the essence in the rhymes what my presence defines
the memory shines glowing while the energy flies

[coal cash]

rise to the cypher then cyclone windmill with whirlwinds
krylon through fat caps, brooklyn to berlin
dj’s that scratch that fire through your stereo
my crew’s called deadly, you ain’t ready for scenarios
stopping your reverie with legendary hip-hop
we underground rebels pin the peddle past the pit stop
this rocks the furnace in hades to the temples in heaven
a heavy mental plus an influential legend
transcending sessions essence for blessing a track often
it’s a pale horse been walking past the black cats crossing
the track’s scorching hot, i’ma take it off the block so run
you’re not my son but you can call me foster pops
unorthodox, off the top we drop science
defiance against cops, we made hip-hop to stop violence
and chop tyrants down with sounds we deploy
if you rep the underground make some mothaf-cking noise

- bad karma

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