Originally posted by Bardock42
What words? In the correct order as well please. With some punctuation.
im gonna take a shot at this 😛 and im gonna be harsh 😈
REAL hip hop is hip hop with a conscience...lyrics that promote something, and production that doesn't all sound the same.
real hip hop vs the garbage you see on television and hear on the radio
The Garbage
do you see how he is looking down at us...
You wan' spray at me go 'head; the last nigga that tried
got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
Your lil' sister callin me stupid, reason why
her and your momma in the living room now hogtied
I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait
Got a brand new cig in that ol' 38
I be schemin to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watch and dressers, look through a hole in the cake
I stick a nigga for his sign, sell him back the next day
You thought I really wanted your pussy? ***** please
This is stashhouse, jackpot, there go them ki's
My black G-Unit hoodie just wreak with marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
I'm serious man, I'm so sincere
This the flow right here that ****ed up Jeffrey's career
Make money, take money, yeah nigga, YEAH
now...
Real Hip Hop
and since i saw Bill Hicks in ur avatar and sig, i thought i'd make the real hip hop artist a political one
Mr. Lif
Now let's talk about self expression, true expression
Open your minds without question
No doubt, tell me what you're thinking about
Let's try to set aside pride and clout
Can you believe I feel the same exact way you do?
You truly do believe these modern ways have fooled you
Systems exist so we never meet each other
Pretty soon from now that I'll long the word "brother"
And that's true if they see you walking with a crew
If you don't know, that means more than two
I'll tell you what they'll do
They'll pull over, hunt you over
Kick your ass, nightstick to your shoulder
I know it's unjust, as if it wasn't enough
If you try to fight back they're locking your ass up
And Chuck already told you that a cell is hell
But I'm waiting for the phone so I'll sit for a spell
Call the guard, tell him I'm a piece of God
With no beliefs in his streets or his boulevards
I eat, read so my mental is hard
And the heat from my anger just melted the bars
They reach for their guns so I put them to sleep
Break the chains and put the shoes back on my feet
He's on the loose with no discernible scars or marks
Just the mind of Mandela and the heart of Rosa Parks
So I dip, time to see the governor and mayor
Tell them life ain't fair and see if they care
Well they do, but only if they are the heir
So they appear to have a heart and make a flair
But they haven't done shit for us and that's a fact
Their only function is to keep the funny money where it's at
And it causes pain, stress
Ask me if we need a different way of life (yes)
i dont know how else to explain what REAL hip hop is, but lyrics play a significant factor.