Hip-Hop-Pop

Sometimes i don't know,
sometimes i just kick it,
stay on point like a knife with a style that's so wicked
on the surface,
this shit look calm,
But motherfuckers wanna find me wanna do me some harm,

my crew stick together and we keep shit tight,
we create fly shit, we create what you like,
i got rhymes that come straight from the heart,
i'll kick it anywhere,i'm about to start,
I've had enough of the lyrical bullshit, that's coming out nowadays,
motherfucker, I rule shit,
Now what the fuck is up with this hip-hop pop,
it's damaging the game and it needs to stop,
You'd think that over time hip-hop would grow,
but the money came in and fucked up the show
now the power taken from the rapper by the record execs,
and if your shit ain't pop then they'll drop you next,

(Chorus)
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'cos you know i've had enough of this hip-hop pop,
destroying rap music it's lettin' it rot,

i thought i'd see the end,
but it just don't stop,
kick out credibility,
replace it wit pop

if you wanna save rap then you must stop,
buying their shit,
puttin' money in their pot

'cos you know i've had enough of this hip-hop pop,
it's destroying rap music, it's lettin' it rot.
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And you know i've had enough of this hip-hop pop,
If you think it sounds good,Then i tell you to stop,
what happened to the time when we kept it real,
motherfuckers sell their soul just to get a deal
They see the money and then they sell out,
the record company decides what they're rapping about,
If i ever make it i want full control,
And if i ain't got that I'd rather be on the dole,
Let's bring credibility back to the game,cos' soon hip-hop and pop will be one and the same,
I don't never ever wanna see that happen,
I just wish motherfuckers would stay real when they lay down their rapping,
It shows disrepect to the hip-hop legends,
cos' they made the game, you just do my head in,
So let's stand up for rap and drop this hip-hop pop,
put an end to sellin' out as a means to hit the top,

(Chorus) x1
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Motherfucker i don't care bout your gold or your jewells,
Don't you realise that that shit make you look like fools,
You just became a target to get robbed by thugs,
They know that you got diamonds and they'll swop 'em for drugs,
I don't really give a fuck about your bling-bling,
'cos if i had cash i wouldn't say a thing thing,
Have you run out of shit to be rapping about? cos' money and jewells is all that comes out ya mouth,
You ain't got shit to say and i don't give a fuck,
If you've got a million bucks,
That shit may sell records, but it ain't what you feel,
What happened to the time when we kept it real?
We would tell the world all about our life,
with a lyrical content that goes deep like a knife,
'Cos it may make make dollars, but it don't make sense,
Let's kill this hip-hop pop and let the rapping commence.

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