Hip Hop

[Verse 1: Madlib]

The catagory's supreme, the track fiend

My system's (?) with the cream

Living on that Cali wild, bugging out on that jazz

We rip it up, and then we jet with the cash

Thinking about and pout 'bout emcees that didn't last

Bust that flavor from the walkman, B-boy styles

So many styles, brothers started calling the argyle

You catch the (?) when we busting the (?)

Show together, when we walk in the place

Studio (?) to bust my (?)

I spark your mental

When I'm rocking the fundamental with no noise

(?) still

The ill professional, (?)

[Hook: Madlib]

Hip hop is like how I feel

Keep it tight up on the west rock my shine and get ill

You sounding out to get the mass appeal

So when we come to run you better sprint for real

You better spring for real G

[Verse 2: Madlib]

I don't understand how you got your record deal

Show respect adn chill 'cause your rec ain't real

(?) to the bubble gum music

You got rap, use it and abuse it

Nowadays a lot of rap, yo I like to lose it

I got to give my own and show why this shit be flowin'

I got to give my backbone when I grab the microphone

Mind it to the major artists, bust it raw

I keep it raw on hard

So if you want to battle you'll end up goin' seeing God

Madlib AKA the dome buster

Got the shine online

Like vocabulary busters

But you now how that go

[Hook: Madlib]

Hip hop is like how I feel

Keep it tight up on the west rock my shine and get ill

You sounding out to get the mass appeal

So when we come to run you better sprint for real

You better spring for real G

[Verse 3: Madlib]

You talking

Like you're flipping scripts, wrecking, turning parties out

Like your man go the clout

I'll spice you all up, fry you like some drought

It doesn't matter who comes out fatter

Cause I'll splatter your main data with grey matter up on (?)

(?)

When I'm chillin' I put on top villain

Start to drillin' when I start to feelin'

Brothers selling out for their record dealin'

I'd rather (?) in the B-boy stance

Get the loot, advance, put your whole click in a trace

Collect two hundred dollars and you land on chance

But you can't recoup your stock, now you commercial finance

You know how that go

(Hip hop is like how I feel)