Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop Worth Dying For, artist - Triple Threat. Album song Many Styles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.03.2003
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Hip Hop Worth Dying For |
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 |