Mc Lars - What Is Hip Hop? текст песни

Every-Everything's fallin'Every-Everything's fallin-fallin'Every-Everything's fallin'Every-Everything's fallin' a-[KRS-One]It's always a privilege to spit with LarsI'm a reality speaker, forget them carsI'm learning how to teleport to reach to MarsWhen you love this to live this, you spit your barsI spit a quick barrage switch to RsBefore you get burnt by all these lit cigarsI spit because the time is upon usProphecy: Edgar Cayce, NostradamusAre they in the future or really far behind us?Past perceptions trying to find us and blind usTopical, poetically philosophicalToday's education is unappliableI think with my abdominal, life is phenomenalYou make it all up with your opticalEvery moment is optionalThat means anything I think in a blink is possibleEvery-Everything's fallin' a-Every-Everything's fallin' apart! (can't you tell me)Every-Everything's fallin' apart! (can't you tell me)Every-Every-Everything[MC Lars]What is Hip-Hop? Is it what you wear?Is it the brands that you rep or the way you wear you hair?Is it your attitude, gratitude, identity or fate?Your history, your future or the problems that you face?Is it the spirit of the times? The Zeitgeist, believe itDivinity inside of me, we breathe it cause we need itThe Gospel of Hip-Hop, it really changed my lifeKRS relieved the stress I had to read it twiceWhen it all falls apart I remember what he saidIt's not about the cheddar, creme, fame, skill or breadIts's carbon truth in beauty, learning to respectLearning how to love, put your selfishness in checkWhat is Hip-Hop? Divine self-discoveryMastering the elements, defining just what love can beTestifying truthfully, rhyming with the bestI see the light, it feels so right cause Hip-Hop's got me blessedI stay up, even when everything's falling apartEvery-Everything's fallin' a-Every-Everything's fallin' apart! (can't you tell me)Every-Everything's

fallin' apart! (can't you tell me)Everything's fallin' a-[Rittz]Yeah, you fuck on me your whole career is gonna fall apartServin' rappers individually, a la carteWho got an open menu, nobody cool and don't pretend youAin't feelin' this, I'm killing shit, please don't continueTo hate, It's safe to say I'm one of the hottest rappingHotter than wasabi dressing, hot like the Mojave DesertI fuck your bitch, my homie got the sloppy secondsI got her legs in the air kickin' like she taking body lessonsBitch you got a second? Nah bitch, I'm kinda busyMy grind is grizzly, no time this instantKey to everything, impeccably my timing is so sublimeYou've heard this slow shit now back to the double timeI was jumping on the microphone when I was young and the skippers got kicked butI was losing my mind under the pressure of a half on the back of the stiff dopeEvery bitch chilling into the head and then pray for the day that I get fuckedThey settled in but just sick of, rapping the shit that they get toEvery-Everything's fallin' a-Every-Everything's fallin' apart! (can't you tell me)Every-Everything's fallin' apart! (can't you tell me)Everything's fallin' a-[mc chris]What is Hip-Hop? It's the sound that a bunny makesToday's Hip-Hop might leave a funny tasteFlavor that you savor is a little artificialPinky-wink twinkies got no filling in the middleKeep it simple. Follow the Hip-Hop commandmentsKeep it real. Represent like our fucking dads' didOur elders, our betters, the ones who did it firstPioneers are outta here, stars about to burstIt's up to the descendants and I ain't talking dirty sheetsI am what I am even though they want to murder meThey just pissed because I'm true to the art formMake a loud sound like a fucking car hornTrue to my rhymes cause that shit pays offI'm my own boss, can't be laid offNo clock to punch, no breaks to takeWhat is Hip-Hop? Non-stop mistakes