Hip Hop

[Verse One: Bekay]

Bekay

Check it out, check it out yo

The music shit used to be makin' my day

Yeah your dream is ya dream till they take it away

Fuck makin' mistakes, I'm makin' a fan

Makin' a fuckin' army, while you makin' a band

And you could try to desecrate but I'm takin' a stand

On top of Ground Zero with a shank in my hand

And my peeps screamin' out "Fuck this crap!"

I been gave everything I had to this, please give me somethin' back

All your whips and ice, who the hell knows

I'm more happy with some rope chains and some shell toes

I paint pictures, sculptures

A&R's is a bunch of fuckin' vultures, you ruinin' my culture

So while you make your check, pumpin' bullshit

I spit that real shit that could break ya neck

I'm real hip-hop to the death of me

I mean for you this shit is a hobby, but for us it's a destiny

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

This is hip hop

I live it I breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it

Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night

I'd sell my soul for it, name the price

Stay focused, I know that my aim is right

For that one fuckin' shot I would trade my life

Getting' closer to the edge with every page I write

For that one opportunity to blaze the mic

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

Rap is my life, always stayin' strapped with a mic

Representin' for all the cats that are actually nice

Which is few, trust son, most of them are fake

Rockin' so many chains they're gettin' scoliosis from the weight

Doin' shows and gettin' paid and it's a fact that they suck

Could get tutored by Pac, still wouldn't be nasty as us

But these the same muthafuckas who be stackin' the bucks

While stuck here in CT like fuck, crack a dutch and it's such

These whack ass rappers think they're tough

With pre-school vocab and a whole lotta luck

I'm determined that I can't lose

Take a lead pipe to Soulja Boy's legs, fuck your dance moves

We've been told we got the talent, the devotion and charisma

We just need an opportunity to prove we can deliver

This hip-hop and I'm dyin' to live it (I live this)

And will do every fuckin' thing in my power to get it

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

This is hip hop

I live it I breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it

Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night

I'd sell my soul for it, name the price

Stay focused, I know that my aim is right

For that one fuckin' shot I would trade my life

Getting' closer to the edge with every page I write

For that one opportunity to blaze the mic

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

Hip hop, live it breathe it

Walk it talk it, crave it need it

Never lose focus, or get defeated

Keep talkin' that shit, go and get me heated

But I'm rappin', writin', scrappin', fightin'

Spittin', rippin', mic ignitin'

Hold my spot down, stand tall like a titan

And stay strikin' you muthafuckas like lightnin'

Rah !