Lyrics
Hip Hop’s what I’m tryina revive…it’s like, 8, 7, 6, 5
running outtah time, but my work ain’t done, it’s like 4, 3, 2, 1 (2X)
no diamonds or cars?...what you say doesn’t matter
politics and crisis?...it’s all chitter chatter
see, radio killed the true Hip Hop star
now there’s only rappers, skilless by far
everybody crankin’ this, everybody crankin’ that
POVs on our thousands of troops in combat
strictly irrelevant…it’s making no sense
cuz you’ll get no play, no dollars, no cents
if you ain’t talkin’ jewels, guns or hoes
you’ll forever be a rapper that nobody gets to know
grind night and day, gettin’ no radio play
just another nameless lame better than half the game
changed who you are, style, delivery and name
dumb down, sold out, that’s when the labels came
they can’t get enough, yet you hate what you sayin’
but you suffer in silence cuz you like what it’s payin’
Hip Hop’s what I’m tryina revive…it’s like, 8, 7, 6, 5
running outtah time, but my work ain’t done, it’s like 4, 3, 2, 1 (2X)
tryina hold me down, you ain’t a force of nature
the sirens and alarms signal eminent danger
but the risk ain’t me, man the risk is truth
that what’s heard and seen most influences youth
so watch what, when, how you say and what you do
these fools on the radio don’t care about you
they catch a gun charge and tell the judge it was all a mistake
rap and wrestling’s the same…we should know it’s all fake
no original concepts…these dudes all biters
the illest emcee…got a couple of writers
ya favorite producer?...someone else behind the boards
they make it, he tweak it, then take credit for the rewards
if a Fruity Loops beat got Grammy Nominated
these crème puff rappers got the charts dominated
Hip Hop dried up, I’m tryina come back from the drought
to change the path that we’re goin’ down we need a time out
Hip Hop’s what I’m tryina revive…it’s like, 8, 7, 6, 5
running outtah time, but my work ain’t done, it’s like 4, 3, 2, 1 (2X)
