[Verse One: Bekay] Bekay Y Check it out, check it out yo The music shit used to be makin' my day Yeah your dream is ya dream till they take it away Fuck makin' mistakes, I'm makin' a fan Makin' a fuckin' army while you makin' a band And you could try to desecrate but I'm takin' a stand On top of Ground Zero with a shank in my hand And my peeps screamin' out "Fuck this crap! " I been gave everything I had to this, please give me somethin' back All your whips and ice, who the hell knows I'm more happy with some rope chains and some shell toes I paint pictures, sculptures A&R's is a bunch of fuckin' vultures, you ruinin' my culture So while you make your check, pumpin' bullshit I spit that real shit that could break ya neck I'm real hip hop to the death of me I mean for you this shit is a hobby, but for us it's a destiny
[Chorus: Chris Webby] This is hip hop I live it I breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night I'd sell my soul for it, name the price Stay focused, I know that my aim is right For that one fuckin' shot I would trade my life Getting' closer to the edge with every page I write For that one opportunity to blaze the mic
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Rap is my life, always stayin' strapped with a mic Representin' for all the cats that are actually nice Which is few, trust son, most of them are fake Rockin' so many chains they're getting' scoliosis from the weight Doin' shows and gettin' paid and it's a fact that they suck Could get tutored by Nas? Still wouldn't be nasty as us But these the same muthafuckas who be stackin' the bucks While stuck here in CT like fuck, crack a dutch and it's such These whack ass rappers think they're tough With preschool vocab and a whole lotta luck I'm determined that I can't lose Take a lead pipe to Soulja Boy's legs, fuck your dance moves We've been told we got the talent, the devotion and charisma We just need an opportunity to prove we can deliver This hip hop and I'm dying to live it (I live this) And will do every fuckin' thing in my power to get it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby] Hip hop, live it breathe it walk it talk it crave it need it Never lose focus, or get defeated Keep talkin' that shit, go and get me heated But I'm rappin', writin', scrappin', fightin', spittin', rippin' Mic ignitin', hold my spot down, stand tall like a titan And stay strikin' you muthafuckas like lightnin' rah
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse One: Bekay] Bekay Y Check it out, check it out yo The music shit used to be makin' my day Yeah your dream is ya dream till they take it away Fuck makin' mistakes, I'm makin' a fan Makin' a fuckin' army while you makin' a band And you could try to desecrate but I'm takin' a stand On top of Ground Zero with a shank in my hand And my peeps screamin' out "Fuck this crap! " I been gave everything I had to this, please give me somethin' back All your whips and ice, who the hell knows I'm more happy with some rope chains and some shell toes I paint pictures, sculptures A&R's is a bunch of fuckin' vultures, you ruinin' my culture So while you make your check, pumpin' bullshit I spit that real shit that could break ya neck I'm real hip hop to the death of me I mean for you this shit is a hobby, but for us it's a destiny
[Chorus: Chris Webby] This is hip hop I live it I breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night I'd sell my soul for it, name the price Stay focused, I know that my aim is right For that one fuckin' shot I would trade my life Getting' closer to the edge with every page I write For that one opportunity to blaze the mic
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Rap is my life, always stayin' strapped with a mic Representin' for all the cats that are actually nice Which is few, trust son, most of them are fake Rockin' so many chains they're getting' scoliosis from the weight Doin' shows and gettin' paid and it's a fact that they suck Could get tutored by Nas? Still wouldn't be nasty as us But these the same muthafuckas who be stackin' the bucks While stuck here in CT like fuck, crack a dutch and it's such These whack ass rappers think they're tough With preschool vocab and a whole lotta luck I'm determined that I can't lose Take a lead pipe to Soulja Boy's legs, fuck your dance moves We've been told we got the talent, the devotion and charisma We just need an opportunity to prove we can deliver This hip hop and I'm dying to live it (I live this) And will do every fuckin' thing in my power to get it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby] Hip hop, live it breathe it walk it talk it crave it need it Never lose focus, or get defeated Keep talkin' that shit, go and get me heated But I'm rappin', writin', scrappin', fightin', spittin', rippin' Mic ignitin', hold my spot down, stand tall like a titan And stay strikin' you muthafuckas like lightnin' rah
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