Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop Worth Dying For (Feat. Talib Kweli), artist - Main Flow. Date of issue: 06.09.2004
Song language: English
Hip Hop Worth Dying For (Feat. Talib Kweli) |
| You wanna battle, I don’t think so |
| Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli |
| It’s wanna battle, rock with main flow |
| San Diego, come on |
| Kweli, running through you town |
| Hunting you down |
| Fronting you down |
| This fucking clown |
| Try to come around for a pound |
| White boy with a backpack |
| Overheard talking about how Blackstar was whack |
| Hi-tek tracks was flat, try to give me some dap |
| Said I’m in his top five |
| Emcees he’d love to see perform live |
| He said, Krs was the best, Redman came second |
| He said he liked Super Nat but he don’t like his records |
| The Roots was the best live as far as group |
| Mos Def’s alright, but what’s up with his leather suit |
| I see him on stage singing and doing rock covers |
| .Fucking Cocksucker |
| First thing I said is get the fuck out my face |
| Asshole probably think it’s got something to with race |
| My crew is game tight, spell the name right on the marquee |
| Fucking with us yo it ain’t like nobody? |
| dealing with culture |
| Stealing the show from the big name rapper whose career is over |
| And year after year he appear, as long as the hits are there, right? |
| Record or not, I’m a still be here |
| In the range rov, with main flow |
| Bumping the same dro |
| Rain flows on these b-boy heads like Kangols |
| African, call and response |
| You’re not a purist, your pure shit |
| You don’t preserve the culture, you disturb it |
| Niggas try to rhyme but couldn’t fuck with the eternalist |
| Too much into? |
| herb and shit? |
| so you became a journalist |
| Murdered this bitch and then I dragged him back to Brooklyn |
| Main, I’m going out to the pub, good-lookin |
| You wanna battle, I don’t think so |
| Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli |
| It’s wanna battle, rock with main flow |
| Brooklyn, come on |
| Yo, backpackin poppin |
| Wonder when the axe droppin |
| Stacks poppin, reason keep the tracks hoppin |
| To the whack rap cats that act scared tonight |
| Cats prepare to fight like Dr. Dre and Eric Wright |
| Trying to keep me dry later for? |
| sneaky guy |
| Niggas that keep me high, rest in peace to Freaky tye |
| Live in die for this hiphop, forget cops, tip-top |
| Pulling your cards like gift shops |
| Round robin, some niggas out trying to clown common |
| They even ask me why I didn’t drop on soundbombing |
| Or the Blackstar Train of Thought lounge shit |
| You fake-ass cats know who I’m down with |
| Big like big as the sun, big like military guns |
| Like L and Big Pun |
| When I flex grands, moving all through the next fans |
| Peace to Trouble T sugar shot from X-clan |
| Mark it D, hip-hops a part of me |
| Dark as me, sit back and spark a tree |
| With Kwa siggy, flowing reason shits not jiggy |
| Who shot my niggy world wiggy like Pac and Biggy |
| You wanna battle, I don’t think so |
| Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli |
| It’s wanna battle, rock with Main Flow |