Bring Hip Hop Back

Cipher Complete is blowin' East, West, North, and South, yo (Check, check, check, check this out) [Verse 1] It's like one is for the gods, two is for the earths Three is for the seeds to whom we give birth Respects to New York, y'all did it first But now we bout to show the world what Jersey's worth Here's the facts, cats makin' pretty ass tracks And I ain't goin' to relax till they bring back wax All y'all frontin' ass labels who don't sign real acts Now y'all know why so many of us blacks sling cracks Wanna stop this? Sign me on your shit and let me drop this Bet you make a profit, 'cause niggas gon' cop this The way we used to do it, shit is stuck to it Niggas sound so R&B it sound like I could FUCK to it I ain't tryin' to see this hip hop shit get vanished Crossover niggas, y'all can eat a DICK sandwich Rap is like a set up, KRS already told ya Peace to real soldiers of this hip hop culture [Chorus ×4] We gotta Bring hip hop back [Verse 2] Yo, now here's the verdict, all commercial cats gettin' murdered These pre school raps in they songs are wrongly worded [?]Some kids on the block asked a mutt said he's fat? You couldn't make a sell if they pressed your shit on crack Picture that, how the fuck you ever gon' blow When you jump style to style tryin' to steal niggas' flow And speak about Moet you ain't even sipped yet How you trickin' on dimes but can't get your dick wet I can't forget, these record labels seein' stats Only sign a nigga if they glorifyin' black on black Wsup with that? I can't understand why Songs gettin' played nowaday be killin' my high And it's official, y'all niggas frontin' that's the issue And everytime you try to touch the mic I'mma diss you Niggas is sweet, surprised you gotta get hard Bring your rap back like Wu did Wallabee Clarks [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ayo, keep this thought, on your motherfuckin' mind It's too many niggas seein' light who really can't shine Y'all better get a grip, 'cause my shit tight thick Electrifyin like the third rail did Ramone and Spit Niggas seein platinum hits, but ain't verbally fit Gettin rich real quick offa some bullshit It's like this, the devil got this whole game fixed And that's the industry's rule number 666 Of this rap shit I will never let go, niggas is petrol Of a slim nigga dipped in Ecko A label shouldn't be a label if they don't let the best blow I'm bout to knock y'all off the board like the game of chess go Bring it back [Verse 4] To the real hip hop heads that battle for the dough But now niggas spend years on gimmicks tryin' to blow Posin' with gats, wearin' funny type hats Playerlistic clothes tryin' to pose like the Mack That shit is wack, I'm bout to knock you off the map Your songs couldn't slam if you alleyooped to Shaq So face the facts, the god's knockin' it down Makin' sure by 2000 these cats ain't around And it's feel, 'cause lyrically you gotta have skills If I start namin' names niggas wouldn't have deals And that's real, so next time you writin' your rhyme Make sure you representin' hip hop in every line [Chorus] [Jeru sample] "And we brought hip hop back home that night, one day"