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Hip Parade

crip tho, but i got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though, welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks, afrika bambaataa shit, home of the hip

, crowded streets, the fusion yo The heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades

in their context, With no originality concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't faking for ends, Hip

blue but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of brothers walking with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa, home of the hip

camera action the hip-hop attraction Fresh Priggy John Bliggy player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers parades

no names Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed 'Cause hip hop is in a state of 911 It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone

with a bat and tell you to break a leg Hee, hee, I got the Kris Kross laugh, a very angry future A pissed off past, fuck hip-hop, I target it I will

you'll really be free Kiss the concrete, while you're in the hot seat, watch me I'm stealing your wrist watch G This is Hip Hop beef And if ya' clip

other morn it was a perfect day picked up the news paper checked the front page what it'd say.. 10 new wars today no cause for dismay generally ok hip