I Do It 4 Hip Hop

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Full time grinder, Watts City rhymer

The ghetto Moses tryna get my homies outta bondage

Need some time to think so I'm rolling up the ganja

Sneaking out my pores, know I'm blowing on the bombest

Bars looking nice, my rap smoke polish

A God on the mic, wack rappers pay homage

Leader of the new school

Everytime I bust a rhyme, incredible lines

When I talk, make em' press rewind

I do it for Hip-Hop, fuck what you heard

Do it for my nigga's who voices will never be heard

Listen, blessed with talent, voice of the young people

Went from a zero, now my city label me as a hero

90059, that's where the chopper sing

Sound so melodic, got problems, that's what the drama brings

Dog, I'm gutter as ever strivin' for finer things

1-0-5 Eastbound, swervin' in and out of lanes

This game filled with a lot of lames

On the real my nigga, this shit gotta change

From Cali to Queens, Top Dawg E.N.T

We the new regime

[Chorus: Ludacris]

I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

And I don't it for the chains and the flashing rocks

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Like, four years ago

I was writing rhymes in my Chevy Celebrity

Spittin' the hardness, says Doc Elery

It's prophecy I shine, ask cashanova

Burnin' up my notepad tryna ash my doja

Sober...

For the game you decayed I sow it up

You must say yes too much

Cause you don't know enough

To match my caliber, I'm a whole new breed

Ya stamina's shot, I'm movin' like the old .23

For Hip-Hop, I breath

Have a seat, I'm a beast

And I'm ready for war with no peace

Seems that they forgot to rap, you had to think

They just wanna be ballers when you see em' on the screen

But who am I to say the grass ain't green?

Who am I to say the next generation don't share the same vision as we?

I will say this, it's less likely

As me having clean piss

Rest in peace

Omar Jones

Your spirit's in my lyrics when I flow

Became the number one prospect

All because I keep it true, I don't do it for the coupe, what, what

[Chorus: Ludacris]

I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

And I don't it for the chains and the flashing rocks

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Draped in stone like I gazed at Medusa

Download my audio and blow up your computers

Spit that conglomerate shit, the shit that you ain't used to

Shit so strong, the unborn can smell it in the future

They'll sell it and they’ll shoot ya

A Mom and Pop store sold out

And the fan killed the clerk over my music

Is that real?

Realer than me at 16, writing sixteens, battled and dismantled six teens

All for the love of hip-hop, I would still rap

Even if Rodman came back and my disc flopped

Thats an analogy built with substance

Fuck an award, my metaphor is for the public

You forging your signature on my culture then insult the great K.Dot

I gotta catapult you, bye bye

I wake up in the morning then compose a bar

Flow reckless like the first time you driven a car

Perfected, from years of dedication

Wrote my first 50 songs and then I graduated

With my bachelor's

And if you hearing this verse, I probably got my masters

And by the end of this verse, I'm your favorite rapper

[Chorus: Ludacris]

I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

And I don't it for the chains and the flashing rocks

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

[Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]

Coming from where diplomas don't matter

Backpacks still carry the work

Big burner under the shirt

Shit, I just wanted her purse

Kill a bitch, then hit the studio to murder a verse

I'm just getting it in

Reminiscing about the time when I was stressing to rhyme

Started getting better, shit I'm destined to shine

Clip load up

Fuck it nigga, back to the crime

Profession of pro skaters couldn't fuck with my grind

Still stuck with a nine

Shooting like MJ in his prime

You motherfuckers know what it is

Straight splatter your wig

Let your mother know its personal

And murder your kids

Little nieces buried in anchovies

Rap Lebron, Kobe

Hip-hop, shit, no matter what I'm talking

Cough on the beat and it's abortion

Murder motherfuckers, straight extortion

Live on the beat

Who wanna compete?

Down in Miami spitting heat, straight tragic

Move to Orlando, working magic

Cocaine balls out the cabinet

Uncut, raw, whole ransom

Anybody can get it, I'm fully committed to Hip-Hop, ha

[Chorus: Ludacris]

I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

And I don't it for the chains and the flashing rocks

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop

I do it for hip-hop