Hip Hop (Remix)

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] & {Jadakiss}

Yo, do me a favor? (what?)

Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)

We don't wear those over here, this is hip hop {uh-huh}

This is Carhartt jackets (yeah), Timberland boots unlaced {yup}, this is Champion hoodies

Chicken wings and french fries {uhh}

R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it)

This is us still fighting police brutality {AH-HAH!}

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

Everybody runnin' they mouth 'bout how they real

Ringtones blowin' the doors off album sales

Need to be tellin' the people about how they feel

‘Cause that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel ill

Music just ain't what it used to

We used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to

This is the truth too, listen, we gon' pop in the Juice Crew

Then run up in the mall, get loose, boo

Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes

Five-Percenters teachin' the God lines

Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers

Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer

Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor

Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen

Fashion statements, bats was safe then

Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop

Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop

I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop

Dream about hip hop, ‘cause I am hip hop

X2

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Uhh, geah, check… I said hip hop, started out in the park

Man, I knew it was going down from the start

I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart

Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart!

It's hip hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit

Watch the Kid Rock albums, I hurt verses

And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when?

I'm like a NBA game; nothin' less than 10

It's like all kind of diseases infest my pen

I'm sick, I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm

This gift could be a curse if you don't use it right

So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night

They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage

Dudes worship him, girls be draggin' him off the stage

You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track

Give your producer my contacts, I'll murder that

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop

Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop

I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop

Dream about hip hop, ‘cause I am hip hop

X2

[Saigon - over Chorus]

Knahmean? J-O! See you my nigga, haha

Bring this shit back man

Bring it back in time man, check

[Verse 3: Saigon]

Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap

Nas came back bridgin' the gap

Joey Crack told the whole map to lean back

For a second you would've thought New York was takin' the scene back

Even Ja dropped a mean track

It went "I'm from New York!"

The first city that have heads to fiend for crack

Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip

Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit

I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix than them platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist

Know a philosopher that reads the pages

So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages

(Aww, man) It's like I'm in a race against time

Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed

I thought automatically that my face'll get shine

But being lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme

‘Cause so, still I annihilate though

The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow

The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz

That's the day Hell gon' freeze

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop

Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop

I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop

Dream about hip hop, ‘cause I am hip hop

X2

[Outro: Joell Ortiz]

Aww, man {*echoes*}