Letra de Hip Hop

You say one for the trouble, two for the timeCome on y'all let's rock this!You say one for the trouble, two for the timeCome on!Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shapeNow let it fall... (Hungh!!)My restlessness is my nemesisIt's hard to really chill and sit stillCommitted to page, I write rhymesSometimes won't finish for daysScrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniatureI mathematically add-ministerSubtract the wackSelector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that(Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,You know the mottoStay fluid even in staccato(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttleBreathe deep inside the trunk hollowThere's the hum, young man where you fromBrooklyn number oneNative son, speaking in the native tongueI got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)While you still try to follow where it isI'm on the Ave where it lives and diesViolently, silentlyShine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpseEmbrace the bass with my dark ink fingertipsUsed to speak the King's EnglishBut caught a rash on my lipsSo now my chat just like disLong range from the base-line (switch)Move like an apparitionFloat to the ground with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)Move from the gate, voice cued on your tapePutting food on your plateMany crews can relateWho choosing your fate (yo)We went from picking cottonTo chain gang line choppingTo Be-BoppingTo Hip-HoppingBlues people got the blue chip stock optionInvisible man, got the whole world watching(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,All over your mapI'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hopWhere you can either get paid or get shotWhen your product in stockThe fair-weather friends flockWhen your chart position dropThen the phone calls....Chill for a minuteLet's see who else topsSnatch your shelf spotDon't gas yourself ockThe industry just a better built cellblockA long way from the shell topsAnd the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...)*scratching*Hip Hop is prosecution evidenceThe out of court settlementAd space for liquorSick without benefits (hungh!)Luxury tenements choking the skylineIt's low life getting tree-top highHere there's a back water remedyBitter intent to memoryA class E felonyFacing the death penalty (hungh!)Stimulant and sedative, original repetitiveViolently competitive, a school unaccreditedThe break beats you get broken withon time and inappropriateHip Hop went from selling crack to smoking itMedicine for lonelinessRemind me of Thelonius and DizzyPropers to B-Boys getting busyThe war-time snap shotThe working man's jack-potA two dollar snack boxSold beneath the crack spotOlympic sponsor of the black glockGold medallist in the back shotFrom the sovereign state of the have-notsWhere farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)It's all city like phase twoHip Hop will simply amaze youCraze you, pay youDo whatever you say doBut black, it can't save you