Hip-Hop-Pop

DustySkidz

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 $$$$ look calm,
But mother$$$$ers wanna find me wanna do me some harm,

my crew stick together and we keep $$$$ tight,
we create fly $$$$, we create what you like,
i got rhymes that come straight from the heart,
i'll kick it anywhere,i'm about to start,
I've had enough of the lyrical bull$$$$, that's coming out nowadays,
mother$$$$er, I rule $$$$,
Now what the $$$$ is up with this hip-hop pop,
it's damaging the game and it needs to stop,
You'd think that over time hip-hop would grow,
but the money came in and $$$$ed up the show
now the power taken from the rapper by the record execs,
and if your $$$$ 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 $$$$,
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,
mother$$$$ers sell their soul just to get a deal
They see the money and then they sell out,
the record company decides what they're rapping about,
If i ever make it i want full control,
And if i ain't got that I'd rather be on the dole,
Let's bring credibility back to the game,cos' soon hip-hop and pop will be one and the same,
I don't never ever wanna see that happen,
I just wish mother$$$$ers 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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Mother$$$$er i don't care bout your gold or your jewells,
Don't you realise that that $$$$ make you look like fools,
You just became a target to get robbed by thugs,
They know that you got diamonds and they'll swop 'em for drugs,
I don't really give a $$$$ about your bling-bling,
'cos if i had cash i wouldn't say a thing thing,
Have you run out of $$$$ to be rapping about? cos' money and jewells is all that comes out ya mouth,
You ain't got $$$$ to say and i don't give a $$$$,
If you've got a million bucks,
That $$$$ 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.