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There is no implication hip-hop is wrong

Beats tapped out, played back in songs

Consider hip-hop as a verbal sport

It brings pleasure while expressin one frame of thought

Those that don't like it, then you're psychotic

To my point of view hip-hop has got it

Rhymes being written everytime you blink

With no vital signs of becoming extinct

Try to demolish, it will not be worth

Killing all hip-hop fans on earth

Don't try to compare it, there's no relative

The word to describe hip-hop: creative

Once you're at a party you're in hip-hop's lair

To downgrade all, how could one dare?

Once upon a time they used to play soul

>From there they went to rock 'n roll

Rock died down, then along came pop

Now you're livin in the world of hip-hop



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I am the creator of my hip-hop style

With a level of college understood by child

Hip-hop is being moved on a one-way course

Up and being led by an unseen force

You try to hold it down, won't be no good

The more it gets exposed, the more it gets understood

It's all fantasy, yet all realistic

Often complicated, other times simplistic

Lyrics so sharp, they can cut like a knife

I'm sworn by oath to the hip-hop life

Less live drums, less guitar strumming

Hip-hop is the life of the up and coming

Not by force, by want and choice

Persuaded by the beat and the MC voice

There are people who love it across the land

And there are those that think that it should be banned

Well I say I love it, it comes from my heart

Very thankful for the day that it got its start

Now that it got started, you see it won't stop

And you'll be livin in the world of hip-hop



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The only thing you could do that would make me mad

Is take away my pen and my hip-hop pad

Take that away, I have nothing left

So let it go free or sentence me to death

I know you had troubles with your moms and dad

When you were growin up goin through your childhood bad

Some parents think that hip-hop means

Wearin fat shoe laces and name brand jeans

It really doesn't matter just what you say

Hip-hop will be around till you're old and grey

They're just all lies created by nerds

You think that I'm playin, you mark my words

Just like man sends rockets to Mars

Hip-hop living is ascending to stars

The more it gets accepted, you'll see it won't drop

And you'll be livin in the world of hip-hop



Runnin neck to neck in the music world race

You don't have to listen if it isn't your taste

It's becoming worldwide, internationally known

Have you ever heard the saying 'to each his own'?

People like jazz, cause that's their taste

I prefer crisp highs with an earthquake bass

There are hip-hop songs that make you tense

And then there are those not worth 2 cents

But still hip-hop's gonna make its mark

Cause you used to only hear it in your neighborhood park

To all non-believers, you should know your name

Since the parks, don't you see how far the hip-hop came?

It's been around for years, and you ask yourself how?

For the very same reason that you're listening now

You might have been hooked from the very first line

Cause raps like these cultivate one's mind

One day your resistance level might drop

And you'll admit: it's a world of hip-hop



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Straight from the MC's mouth you heard it

You have to bear witness cause you can't convert it

It's based on a beat with a real slight dip

Kool Herc came along and said, "That's hip"

Heads started bobbin, he began to hop

And he said, "Let's call this hip-hop"



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