Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 24 Hours, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Album song Hip Hop Frontline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, StreetSweepers
Song language: English
24 Hours |
DJ Kay Slay the drama king |
This one for the culture |
24 hours to save it, yeah |
24 hours until the beast die |
We got the power to make a change, yeah |
Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah |
'Cause they don’t want us to own shit |
A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects |
Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto |
Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? |
Yeah |
Hell nah |
Hell nah |
If I had 24 hours to save hip-hop, I’d raise this Glock |
All you mumble rappin' lames get shot |
Smack fire out you lame Disc Jocks, why did you make this hot? |
They all rappin' 'bout the same wristwatch |
Call all of our women by they names, change the plot |
Why did they nickname them thots? |
(True) |
Ghostwriter usin' payola, cornballs who play for slots |
Kick 'em out the buildin', change the locks |
You gotta go if we see you on the stage with cops |
You can’t hang with opps (Facts) |
Bring back Tom from Myspace |
At least we knew how his face looked |
We don’t know what we facin', ain’t no face on Facebook |
I-G stands for investigation |
Trump runs Twitter (Fuck Trump), they must think we some dumb niggas |
Pour the Lean and the Mollys down the sewer, take a breather |
Now on the track, rappers can stop havin' seizures |
24 hours to save it, yeah |
24 hours until the beast die |
We got the power to make a change, yeah |
Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah |
'Cause they don’t want us to own shit |
A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects |
What up, Slay? |
Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto |
You already know what it, baby |
Wd I be gettin' shot or in jail? |
Yeah |
Hell nah |
Hell nah |
If I had 24 hours to save this hip-hop and rap game |
Man, I’d chase these player haters off the map, mane |
Give all these disrespectful niggas a slap, mane |
And get Ye outta that red MAGA cap, mane |
And then I’d sit down with all the youngins |
And talk to 'em 'bout the bread they done brung in |
And make sure that they invest before they have all they show money on they |
wrist and they chest |
Now, I ain’t sayin' that you can’t shine |
But don’t throw it all away 'cause I just heard through the grapevine |
You need some stocks, get you some property |
And whatever you do, just do it properly |
Because we gotta save the culture from the snakes, alligators, and the vultures |
And for all the rappers that don’t care, just grab them niggas by the neck, |
kick they ass up outta here |
24 hours to save it, yeah |
24 hours until the beast die |
We got the power to make a change, yeah |
Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah |
'Cause they don’t want us to own shit |
A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects |
Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto |
Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? |
Yeah |
Hell nah |
Hell nah |
I heard a rumor that hip-hop was on her last breath |
I ain’t believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth |
I asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass |
He said it was true and to save her, we had to act fast |
Threw on a black mask, she wasn’t in the hospice |
She was up for grab, them crackers holdin' her hostage |
And if we don’t save her today, she gon' fade away |
That bitch is a slave by choice, why favor this yay? |
We gave her away |
On second thought, I don’t feel like doin' no savin' today |
Toe tag her and take her away |
Real hip-hop is a art form |
We made floors outta cardboards |
Spray painted walls and made a hot song |
You go do the favor, got 24 hours, you go save her |
Niggas ain’t rhymin', I’m signin' a waiver |
They mumblin', I ain’t fuckin' with that kind of behavior |
I’d rather smoke all day and pull up in my old Sabre |
Y’all could go save her |
24 hours to save it, yeah |
24 hours until the beast die |
We got the power to make a change, yeah |
Exploit it for money and all the fame, yeah |
'Cause they don’t want us to own shit |
A bunch of ghetto kids out the projects |
Hip-Hop was made in the ghetto |
Would I be gettin' shot or in jail? |
Yeah |
Hell nah |
Hell nah |