Dead Prez - Hip-Hop (Remix) Lyrics

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You are listening to the sounds of the rbgs

'turn off the radio' tune your frequency

This is dpz nigga 'revolutionary but gangsta' holla back

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(come again break them chains come on)

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(break them chains come on)

Who shot 2pac? if we don't get them they gon' get us all

I'm down for runnin' up on them crackas in the city hall

We ride for y'all all my dogs stay real

Nigga don't think these record deals

Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills

Because they not emcees

Get a little bit a lovin' think they hot

Talkin' 'bout how much money they got

Nigga all your records sound the same

I'm sick of that fake thug

R and b rap scenario all day on the radio

Same scenes in the video

Monotonous material y'all don't here me though

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and signed

And still be writing rhymes and broke

You rather have a lexus? or justice?

A dream or some substance?

A beamer a necklace or freedom?

See a nigga like me don't playa hate

I just stay awake it's real hip hop

And it don't stop till we get

These crackers off out block

(c'mon)

We be dp rbg for life 'turn off the radio'

The revolution won't be televised

Turn off that bullshit

We be dp rbg for life 'turn off the radio'

One thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain

White folks take control of your brain

I know better than that that's game and we ready for that

Two soldiers head of the pack matter of fact who got the gat?

And where my army at? rather attack and not react

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Back to beats it don't reflect

On how many records get sold

On sex drugs and rock 'n roll

Whether your projects' put on hold

In the real world it's just people with ideas

They just like me and you

When the smoke and camera disappear

Again the real world it's bigger

Than all these fake-ass records

When po' folks got the millions

And my sisters' disrespected

If you 'check 1-2'

My word of advise to you is just relax

Just do what you got to do

If that don't work then kick the facts

If you a fighter ryder biter flame-ignitor

Crowd-exciter or you wanna just get high

Then just say it but then if you a liar-liar

Pants on fire wolf-crier agent wit' a wire

I'm gon' know it when i play it it's bigger than

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(we be dp rbg for life)

'turn off the radio'

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(the revolution won't be televised)

Turn off that bullshit

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(we be dp rbg for life)

'turn off the radio'

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(the revolution won't be televised)

'turn off the radio'

My neck my back

They put a noose on my neck

And whips on my back

My neck my back

You got a tie around your neck

But they breakin' your back

My neck my back

They put a noose on my neck

And whips on my back

My neck my back

And if you got bling on your neck

You better watch your back

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(nigga it's bigga then)

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(it's still bigga then)

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

(nigga it's bigga then)

Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop

'turn off the radio'

Word up eyes open fist clenched

Dare to struggle dare to win

Goin' out to all the ryders

Rbg love that's 'revolutionary but gangsta'

Word up my whole team d-don

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Stik daddy dollas maintain hold strong

Fred hampton jr. we got they eyes on them

We know they got they eyes on you

Word up everybody doin' time

Minimum medium maximum

Super maximum security concentration camps

All the ryders we right there with you

Rbg love it's goin' out like that

Everybody push that middle finger up in the air

To george bush if you know what time it is

Yeah turn off the motherfuckin' radio

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