[Intro: Chrisette Michele]
Hip-Hop – it will never die
Hip-Hop – Hip-Hop will never, never die
[Verse 1: Nas]
Ghetto niggaz struttin´ with nothin´ but dreams and Queens broke
Mack-10´s, you can smell the PCP smoke
Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
Was slippin´ in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, that´s the East Coast, that black ice
Symbolized the rap life
It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin´ the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The block´s drugs flowin´, didn´t have your own work
You had to have somebody else´s, a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic
Your girl´s too expensive, she wants shellfish
Red Lobster was poppin´, standin´ on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather´s
Now it´s whatever… hip-hop´s forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit
My little brother tried to warn ´em, I was a tornado comin´
He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm
And told my pops about it
He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick
Double Trouble, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin´ leaves, socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff, Lee´s
I ain´t work a day in my life
Wipin´ away eraser of the paper man
I´m just tryin´ to say it right
Big radio, tape slowin´ down
Lower the lights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze ´em ´til they ice cold
In the freezer later, I´m starin´ at the speaker
Sunk in them 808´s deeper, cleanin´ my sneakers
Wit the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water
I let the shoe strings soak in water…
[Chorus is sung over Nas outro]
[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
Live hip-hop live, live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
[Outro: Nas]
Ain´t got nothin´ to do wit old school, new school
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, ´knaw´sayin´?
This came from the gut, from the blood, from the soul
Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y´all take it how you wanna take it
Cause if you´re askin´ – Why is hip-hop dead?
It´s a pretty good chance you´re the reason it died, man
It´s a pretty good chance your lame ass, corny ass, is the reason it died, man
You don´t give a fuck about, you don´t know nothin´ about it
You want this paper, be a hustler
You a hustler, you ain´t a rapper
Get your paper man
YouknowwhatI´msayin, but this rap shit is real
Bitch, this shit is real, bitch, ha-ha
[Chorus: Chrisette Michele]
Live hip-hop live, (Stay) live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, (Live) stay hip-hop stay (Live)
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
Live hip-hop live, (Stay) live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
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Hope (Album Version Acappella – Explicit)
Nas
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