Hip Hop

[Hook : Fatlip & KRS-One & SlimKid3]

Give me [X4]

Give me some of that Hip Hop, Hip Hop

Baby baby [X3]

[Verse 1 : Fatlip]

Where the Hip Hop go?

The freestyle flow

The beats that bring your fist to your face

Like oh shit

Make you hold your dick

Golden era hits

I try to tell these kids

Respect the architect

But all y'all want to collect the check

See this beat here will hurt your neck

You gotta put in work to catch the rec

See when I first started

I was whole-hearted

But now the game became dearly departed

Billboard charted

Artists get retarded

When them checks come

I still expect some

Russell Simmons for president

Let's elect him

Whose the next to cope with the new ish

It's the nigga you wish Fatlip is

Fresh and replenished

Hahaha

[Hook]

[Verse 2 : KRS-One]

So let's go with the flow

Of a older pro

Y'all know at the show

All you hear is oh!

And Whoa!

And of course Ho!

Hey yo turn up my flow

I am Hip Hop

You don't know

You too slow

Hey bro I'm dope

Because I say so

I seek truth like Plato

And kick ass like Kato

There ain't no MC or rapper

With this flow

Y'all just wanna get dough

But loves gonna get yo

I spit slow

Hit low

Bring dope from the get-go

When rapper walk past the blast

They tip-toe

Your chick know

And your your pick know

Spirit of of my sick flow

Will open your mind really quick yo

I'ma switch flows clothes

While your switch clothes and ho's

Then you wonder why KRS goes off at shows

I stay on my toes as Hip Hop goes from the under

Welcome to Hip Hop culture

[Hook]

[Verse 3 : SlimKid3]

We used to hold down

With the thunder sound

And beats and rhythm

And gather round in the cipher

To get down

Give it all you got

Nigga puttin your shit down

But now a days it funny

How they don't say shit now

Power to people

Pioneering this shit

Ripping the main brain aim

To get ahold of these chips

From anonymous tips

Keeping the Hip Hop ripping

When the needle skips

And inject soul affection

Like collagen lips (*lip smacking*)

Polish and perfect for the circuit

As the Cadillac dips

Lacing the track makes you wanna take it back, what

I didn't know you was gonna lock that shit like that, what

Some skills we never lack when you got

Hot shit they wanna ride piggy back

But when you lack

Everything fades to black

And as Hip Hop

It will drive you crazy

Say what say what?

Baby baby

[Hook]

[Outro]

Said a baby baby

Give me [X4]

Some of that

Give me, give me

Baby baby

Good ol [X6]

Hip Hop

From the old school to the new school

You know how we do

It's all so cool

You know who I be

It's the F-A-R-M

The farmer man ain't coming back

Not yet

Go try to take them back to the farm