Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Stereotypes
Performer
Nicholas Bambrough
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Bambrough
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jesse May
Producer
Nicholas Bambrough
Co-Producer
Lyrics
Here we go
No We don't play
Now What's this crap they're calling rap
Nowadays
Yeah
Hold up, wait a minute
Who came to get down and kick it
We provide what rap now lacks
Pick it up, Pick it up, Pick it up,
Bring it Back To Boom-Bap
Back to the floor
Outlines and fat caps
Cuts on the break
And the emcees that rap
Back when your crew
Had the jackets that matched
Tapes that you sold
right out of your backpack
We're called the stereotypes
And It's what your stereo likes
Internet killed the video hype
Now it's all candid camera rap
For the likes
And I just want to spit lyrics
That I live
Aim to protect the necks of my kids
Wu Tang Beez
Yeah, You know how it is
Brain cells lit, ideas start to hit
Bid Daddy Kane
Make it legit the words fit
If skills were truth
They'd be sold to youth
Instead its in their head
to get that golden tooth
And that bullet proof vest
Like an S on their chest
Here we go
No We don't play
Now What's this crap they're calling rap
Nowadays
Yeah
Hold up, wait a minute
Who came to get down and kick it
We provide what rap now lacks
Pick it up, Pick it up, Pick it up,
Bring it Back To Boom-Bap
Back to the floor
Outlines and fat caps
Cuts on the break
And the emcees that rap
Back when your crew
Had the jackets that matched
Tapes that you sold
right out of your backpack
Sure, yeah, I'm keeping it simple
And mos Def These raps are pop like a pimple
Whats the difference from this to the current
At least with mine
I'm getting their mind stirring yo
I want to know what happened to the music
I want to know what happened to the dream
I want to know where we went wrong
And let that mumble lean
Mess up a good thing
Cause I love my scene and I loved the cyphers
I had a blast with those quick witted lines and
I want it back, cause what's out is wack
Can I kick it like I busta rhyme
breaking your neck
And I break your spine
With a track that goes back in time
Where had to carry crates of vinyl
B-boys break and shaking the concrete
Even though it's clique, Hip Hop, it raised me
Going all city so we let our lines speak
Born in the 80s, still I do it daily
Making the art even if no one ever pays me
What have you contributed to hip hop lately
Here we go
No We don't play
Now What's this crap they're calling rap
Out nowadays
Yeah
Hold up, wait a minute
Who came to get down and kick it
We provide what rap now lacks
Pick it up, Pick it up, Pick it up,
Bring it Back To Boom-Bap
Back to the floor
Outlines and fat caps
Cuts on the break
And the emcees that rap
Back when your crew
Had the jackets that matched
Tapes that you sold
right out of your backpack
Written by: Nicholas Bambrough
