Dead Prez – Hip Hop

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song by Dead Prez and this amazing music is titled “Hip Hop”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘Let’s Get Free’ and it was released in the year 2000.

 

Music Video below!.

 

Dead Prez Hip Hop Mp3 Download

 

Lyrics

 

[Intro]

Fake (fake) Records (records)

Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2

Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh

All my dogs

 

[Chorus: dead prez]

It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

 

[Verse 1: M-1]

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 my army at?

Rather attack than not react

Back to beats, it don’t reflect on how many records get sold

On sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll

Whether your project’s put on hold

In the real world; these just people with ideas

They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear

Again the real world; it’s bigger than all these fake-ass records

When poor folks got the millions and my woman’s 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, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter

Or you wanna just get high then just say it

But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent with a wire

I’m gon’ know it when I play it

[Chorus: dead prez]

It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

 

[Verse 2: stic.man]

Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don’t get them, they gon’ get us all

I’m down for running up on them crackers in their 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

MC’s get a little bit of love and think they hot

Talking bout how much money they got;

Nigga, all y’all records sound the same

I’m sick of that fake-thug-R&B-rap-scenario, all day on the radio

Same scenes in the video

Monotonous material

Y’all don’t hear me though

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke

You would rather have a Lexus or justice?

A dream or some substance?

A Bimmer, a necklace or freedom?

Still a nigga like me don’t playa-hate, I just stay awake

This real hip-hop

And it don’t stop ’til we get the po-po off the block

They call it…

 

[Chorus: dead prez]

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

 

[Outro: dead prez]

DPZ got that crazy shit

We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shit

Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up

John Blaze’d and shit what

Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up

John Blaze’d and shit what

Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up

John Blaze’d and shit what

Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up

John Blaze’d and shit what

Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up

John Blaze’d and shit what