Hoover Music

[Hook] You got the mic, people, so called street cred The radio, the TV, the world wide web But we can't do nothing with what you said Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds Hoover Music [Verse 1] How you gonna make music when you take music And abuse it to make my crew sick so nobody else can use it More than just some non-singin', drug slingin', Hollywood swingin' Fling, sing, is it rating or raping? No more taping, but somebody still regulating These love to hate songs and y'all know that's wrong Anything for the money, tough guy BET, MTV, P-I-C, the M-I-C, the P-I-G Honestly, this policy be killin' me Good for who, good for what Is your mind body soul better from it? Tell me why do y'all love it? Songs meant to send you to prison Bids to influence a million and a half kids [Hook] You got the mic, people, so called street cred The radio, the TV, the world wide web But we can't do nothing with what you said Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds Hoover Music [Verse 2] Mon-stars lurking the planet fame One hand in your pocket, one hand in your brain Sucking your soul like some video game And I don't even understand what the F you sayin' Who's consumin' the boom as they vacuum your room Shake your boom boom as they finance your doom You think it's romance just because you could dance That Black exec you know, he did not stand a chance Trapped in the middle of what you be doin' Increased market position, down to what ;and how you listen Came in this game, never thought that I'd ever See hip-hop, the game, in the name of J. Edgar [Hook] You got the mic, people, so called street cred The radio, the TV, the world wide web But we can't do nothing with what you said Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds Hoover Music [Verse 3] From the cats told crap, young rappers gettin' trapped Buying the same of trick on some of the same old tracks The rich stackin' chips, poor banging with new slang In the ghost and the shadow of your government name Made in the USA, fighting the power in Brooklyn To grinnin' and juicin' while your law be crooked Say you don't know me or owe me or us In my disgust, interrupting my Black August so I fuss 'Cause these white kids confusing the worst of us Sex and drink songs, fight clubs gettin' they strip on Gangs of kids who copy what they did, both coasts are clear Some people got no idea who sent 'em here [Hook] You got the mic, people, so called street cred The radio, the TV, the world wide web But we can't do nothing with what you said Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds Hoover Music [Flavor Flav] Check the list, bitch!