Hip Hop - A Surgeon, Dead Prez

Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2

Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh

All my dogs

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain

White folks says it controls your brain — I know better than that, that’s game

And we’re 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

Back the beats, it don’t reflect on how many records get sold

On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project’s put on hold

In the real world, these just people with ideas

They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear

Again the real world (world), it’s bigger than all these fake ass records

When poor folks got the millions and my woman’s disrespected

If you check 1,2, my word of advice 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, rider, 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-cry

Agent with a wire, I’m gonna know it when I play it

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?

If we don’t get them, they gonna get us all

I’m down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall

We rock for y’all, all my dogs stay real

Nigga don’t think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills

Because they not, MC’s get a little bit of love and think they hot

Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y’all records sound the same

I sick of that fake thug, R&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 would rather have a Lexus or justice?

A dream or some substance?

A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?

Still a nigga like me don’t playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop

And it don’t stop until we get the po-po off the block

They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

DP’s got that crazy shit

We keep it crunk up, John Blaze’d and shit, what

DP’s got that crazy shit

We keep it crunk up, John Blaze’d and shit, what ya niggas wanna do

DP’s got that crazy shit

We keep it crunk up, John Blaze’d and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2

DP’s got that crazy shit

We keep it crunk up, John Blaze’d and shit

DP’s got that crazy shit

We keep it crunk up…

They call it…

Fake, fake, fake records…