HipRockSoul

[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