I ' m speaking for Hip-Hop them sneaker wearing loose jeans rocking
Hoody popping chilling on the corner headphones bopping
In the crib loud music til ' your neighbours come knocking
I bought the album when he dropped it
Hip-Hop them iced out fat gold chain wearing
Middle finger in the air and stereo blaring
Loud enough to loose your hearing that don ' t mean I ' m a killer
I just like to turn it up like J Dilla
Check it word up I ' m here to set the record straight
Also here to dedicate this to the peoples who judge us
The ones that ' s trying to move but can ' t budge us
Snooty nosed b***h mother-f**kers
Just because I ' m from the streets and I talk a little different
The upper class look at me like “ he ' s so ignorant
He ' s no role model he shows no gratitude
He probably grew up listening to them n***a ' s with an attitude
I ' m guessing that he never worked a day in his life
And probably never went to school I pray that he might ”
I ' m an A grade student I love jazz music
Just as smart as the rest and if I ' m wrong nigga' prove it
Hip-Hop is my movement and there ' s no contest
And by the way I grew up listening to A Tribe Called Quest
Yes I ' m young and I ' m black and I got the skills to rap
That don ' t mean that I pack and I never sold Crack 71725,-4)
And you wonder why I ' m mad even just a little bit
Cos ' you talk a lot of Clay Davis that means "sheeeeeiiiit"
Your word against mine no contest
Go find somebody else to criticise with your nonsense
There ' s eight million stories in the city it ' s a pity
I don ' t f**k with you nigga's when you start to act shitty
Give a shout out to Guru Premo and Zulu Nation
They all foundation up in this
Cos' rap records taught foreigners to speak English
And turned the young into distinguished men
That ' s why I always got my pad and my pen
Forever saying this again and again
I ' m speaking for Hip-Hop them sneaker wearing loose jeans rocking
Hoody popping chilling on the corner headphones bopping
In the crib loud music til ' your neighbours come knocking
I bought the album when he dropped it
Hip-Hop them iced out fat gold chain wearing
Middle finger in the air and stereo blaring
Loud enough to loose your hearing that don ' t mean I ' m a killer
I just like to turn it up like J Dilla
Yo ' I got their backs against the wall with this shit
See that ' s what you get for trying to call us misfits
We street poets just on beats flowing
So why you gonna ' judge somebody when you don ' t know em ' ha)
That ' s retarded
Just cos I make beats that ' s the hardest and speak street slang like "raatid"
"bombaclarted" you say it ' s all garbage
Well how do you explain the rap records that have charted
I started rhyming on the school benches
And learned how to beat a microphone senseless
It ' s the gift that I nurtured these beats that I murdered
And you still don ' t know what it means when rappers say “ word up ”
I don ' t blame you but if you try to discredit my art
I will name you and shame you I swear down
Close your mouth I don ' t wanna hear a mere sound
Hip-Hop's been so hospitable to so many cultures it ' s un-f**k-wit-able
So I had to make this record it was critical
To reiterate these two f**king syllables
Hip-Hop in the streets we the Generals
I ' m speaking for Hip-Hop them sneaker wearing loose jeans rocking
Hoody popping chilling on the corner headphones bopping
In the crib loud music til ' your neighbours come knocking
I bought the album when he dropped it
Hip-Hop them iced out fat gold chain wearing
Middle finger in the air and stereo blaring
Loud enough to loose your hearing that don ' t mean I ' m a killer
I just like to turn it up like J Dilla
