Hip-Hop

[Introdução]
Yo do me a favor (what?)
Accidentally step on your white sunglasses...we don't wear those over here
This is Hip Hop
This is Carhartt jackets, Timberland boots unlaced
This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries
R.I.P pieces on the handball court
This is us still fighting police brutality
This is Hip Hop!

[Joell Ortiz]
I ain't tryin' to bring New York back
I'm just a breath of fresh air
That good ole' New York rap
Slick talk to the track
C'mon who brought that
To the game
Graffiti all on the train
Get up your name
I don't feel how I used to feel
I'm in my 20's
So a new Nas joint used to give me the chills
In the barbershop tryin to cop a new hot tape
The Rob Lowe's is crazy
The doowops greatest, Hip Hop(Hip Hop)
And yes I'm a fan first
If you from the South finger-snap til' your hands hurt
If you from the West W's in the air
If you from the East coast act like you from here
The good ole' two-step
The classic head nod
The thirsty ice grill
Who wants to get robbed?(robbed)
That was the energy in the club
On the real, that was the energy that I loved

[Refrão]
Aww, man, this is (Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of (Hip Hop)
I wake up (Hip Hop)
Go to sleep (Hip Hop)
Dream bout (Hip Hop)
Cause I am (Hip Hop)
Aww, man, this is (Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of (Hip Hop)
I wake up (Hip Hop)
Go to sleep (Hip Hop)
Dream bout (Hip Hop)
Cause I am (Hip Hop)

[Joell Ortiz]
I ain't tryin make you dance I just rip beats
But the soul in my voice give you quick feet
I don't know what it's like to not dig deep
When I'm holdin' this mic, I don't just speak pip squeeks
The tides come in and the Earth shakes
200 mph winds I'm your worst fate
Birthdate:
July 6,1980
How can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy?
Awww, man, I gotta think the Lord
Cause with this pen in my hand
I don't think that hard
It just happens
Wrist action, classic in the making
I kick back, and just laugh I'm happy I'm amazing
Look at me, gaze into my eyes, see the poverty
Now understand why me and this music gotta be
It's something that's inside of me
And I can't shake it
So I embrace it
And let ya'll taste it

[Refrão]

[Joell Ortiz]
Something happened to my body when that track's smokin'
Yall swim all wild on the beat, I be backsrokin'
I'm the best and my fans'll second that notion
I'll be the last man standing with my back broken
Crack open a couple of forties celebrating and shit
My competition man they squarer than the H3
I run circles around them like the "???"
and turn a little buzz into "yo whatever happened" so don't play b
I ain't talkin shit, I just got an awful gift
That'll make your office doors get stiff, they won't open
So no braggin' and no boastin' while I'm hungry
Matter fact don't do that when I got a lot of money
Yup! I'm feeling myself that's damn right
You gotta step in that ring listen I'll pound Mike
You gotta step on that court like I could hold down Mike
The way I step on the stage and have the whole crowd like

[Refrão]