Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B-Boy, artist - Macklemore. Date of issue: 22.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
B-Boy |
| Ladies and Gentlemans |
| This an ode to the b-boy, b-girls, |
| the people out there who do it for the love |
| and belive me i’m not dissin' anybody out there who’s trying to get paid, |
| i’m trying to get paid too |
| but I got one question |
| whatever happened to the heart |
| that pumped the passion into the art |
| the entity that gave you the energy to wanna start |
| break dancin', imma battling doing it at the park |
| where the mission was expression not only to top charts |
| i dont know what happened wanting to blow rap |
| you lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks |
| Radio’s lackin', controlled by Fascists assholes doin' damage |
| But we’re gunna take it back |
| before beats to a hundred g’s a pop |
| All you needed was a table top and a beat box |
| Hip-hop with out the b-boy is like shelltoes only havin' two stripes |
| Hip-hop we’re freedom-fighting graffiti-writing party types, |
| that recite and organize and revitalize our rhymin till the group of the money |
| makers systems knows the industry can eventually get served. |
| breakers of my verses spinning up a revolutions throughout our words |
| if you really want it come on get it coz i’ve got it |
| coz im honestly paying homage to forgotten pioneers of this culture that are |
| giving them props and learn. |
| If you wanna earn your stripes |
| You gotta be able to rock this mic and set cyphers alike |
| The feeling to put in everything you got in the circle |
| Will never be documented in the Coke commercial |
| We be the baddest |
| Bring it back to the block |
| Lemme see you get ill, for real, pop and lock! |
| If you record without thought then stop |
| Because I’ll serve your whole album with the goddamn beatbox |
| Without thought it just happens |
| If you gotta think to feel, that’s not rapping, that’s acting |
| I’m from a land of backpacks and fat cats |
| MCs with sick raps who serve those that are wack |
| It’s a way of life |
| I put all my energy into the melody |
| On the mp3s until the death of me |
| Record exceptionally, especially |
| Whenever I be monumentally, grammatically, killing the mic |
| I tell my DJs, cranking that music, keeping 'em moving when the beat plays |
| Staying into it, breaking and grooving, and MCs they |
| Thinking that you should always pursue in what their dreams make |
| Taking from lucid |
| All the people gotta make their money |
| And the way to make money is to get inside of the industry |
| Take it on the radio, flow |
| So you can go blow, we get a car |
| And a crib up on MTV |
| But in the end what’s classic? |
| Radio bubblegum? |
| or a voice filled with passion? |
| To my real hip-hop heads, please stand up |
| Cause the only people that can preserve this art is us. |