[Verse 1: Evidence]
Feel the heat wave bang from all angles
Eye to eye we can't see
You don't speak the language
Certified West Coast official
From Rose to 4th Ave
For those who don't know
That's Venice to South Central
It's all Hiprocksoul fa' sho
For shows we stretch, get set then ready to blow
The main event front row the lady's know
It's the Dilated Peoples and 4th Avenue Jones'
[Verse 2: Rakaa]
Block off the streets
Evacuate the buildin'
I'm like Robert Johnson at the crossroads dealin'
Here it comes
Catch that Hiprocksoul feelin'
Like J.J. and James Brown chillin'
Steal dealin'
The streets full of these fiends
Got 'em strung out
Rakaa still pullin' these strings
It's the music gettin' 'em high
Givin' 'em wings
It's dope
4th Avenue
Expansion team
[Chorus]
They say we out of control
Cause we won't do what we told
Man we just gotta be bold
And make Hip, Hop, Rock, Soul
Now when we travel the globe
People be coming in droves
They sick of what they hearing it's old
They want Hip, Hop, Rock, Soul
[Bridge]
We hip-hop'n with some rock and a lot of soul
We not timid cause' we got to be bout' our role
As visionaries cause our peers all vision-less
And hypocritical with theirs but we livin' this
[Verse 3: Tena Jones]
Follow the rainbow to the pot of gold
Get tangled in a web of deception that strangles
Losing our hearts for art pursuing commerce
Hip hop started in parks flowin' in Converse
I'm puttin' money in my mom purse too
But I give a hundred at my concert you
Gon' hear me comin' with a bomb verse
And when my band loud knockin'
Tena have the crowd rockin'
I got love for hip-hop
Love for my people who be subbin' this
Even love for the critics who just love to dis
I love club D.J's cause they love our hits
Haters wanna separate us like the bloods and crips
But aww naw/ divided we fall
It's hard for me to understand it like Dance Hall
Why don't we take back culture they stole
And make Hip, Hop, Rock, Soul
[Chorus]
They say we out of control
Cause we won't do what we told
Man we just gotta be bold
And make Hip, Hop, Rock, Sou
Now when we travel the globe
People be coming in droves
They sick of what they hearing it's old
They want Hip, Hop, Rock, Soul
[Verse 4: Ahmad Jones]
Watching T.V. with the Avenue we wonder
Does anybody have a clue I wanna
Make some music for your mind that's new
Because I'm tired of how anything goes now
Why everybody afraid?
Dun' sold out try'na get paid
But I was raised not to be a slave
If talent mattered we'd run it cause yo we been better
Me and the Jones get punished for being trendsetters
Tell you what's dumb is A -n- R's who spend hundreds of thou' on rappers that's played out
The crowd want us Avenue band head up ready to stand for
All of you fans fed up oughtta demand more
We represent poor people that can't tour in grandeur
Hoping our songs open a slammed door
And 'til the fat lady is singing her solo
Gon' rock your curb if you suburban or in a Lo-Lo
They kept telling us change we told 'em no though
Got dropped, survived by staying wise and did it for dolo
Now we free and that's the number one goal
With this Hip, Hop, Rock, Soul
[Chorus]
They say we out of control
Cause we won't do what we told
Man we just gotta be bold
And make Hip, Hop, Rock, Soul
Now when we travel the globe
People be coming in droves
They sick of what they hearing it's old
They want Hip, Hop, Rock, Soul
