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No matter the year (Listening to hip-hop) No matter the place (Listening to hip-hop) No matter the time (Listening to hip-hop) (This is dedicated to the hip-hop dreamers!) No matter the year No matter the place No matter the time No matter the year (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the place (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the time (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) (That- That- That- That's where my heart's at!) Folk rock? Shit, the beats, the rhymes is it Johnny, how we gonna start this topic off? Start it with the hip-hop From the beginning, when it was real When it had substance With your heart you could feel it Be ill with shit Fuck shakin' asses [?] riding with Everlast Or Eveready From day one, I rock steady like a backspin Pumping tracks for satisfaction Last-gaspin' there Ya'll done fell asleep I remember people pumpin' up [?] in their Jeeps Headphones on the school bus, every day Screaming "FUCK THA POLICE!" by N.W.A. E.S.T., M.A.T., hold the mic like he Extra B may source bringing atoms indeed Apocalypse '91 -- Public Enemy Before I shut 'em down, Chuck D, what's the remedy? No matter the year No matter the place No matter the time No matter the year (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the place (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the time (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) (That- That- That- That's where my heart's at!) Somebody call the paramedics! Cause hip-hop's been shot By an MC spittin' nursery-rhyme alphabetics! Somebody call the 'ambalamps'! They got shot up in the dance Man, I wish I was in France Axiomatic advance (?) Take a glance at the curb The situation at hand The drunk list dominatin' Like a flag in your homeland For man, he givin' you his own nightmare Of gun claps in the air That swear to tell you where Oh, however The point is we deliver We get up in your skin like a sliver And give ya the real shit Doesn't change Most kids nowadays say the same thing Like I'm hatin', man They look at me strange Like an endangered animal Eatin' MCs like a cannibal They screamin' but I'm not understandin' 'em Demanding 'em I'm not This is for the rarest here What we've studied for [?] No matter (matter matter matter) No matter the year No matter the place No matter the time No matter the year (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the place (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the time (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) (That- That- That- That's where my heart's at!) It's all live! The Others come to kick it to you And you, and you (you), and you (you) you (you)... Original Wax Tailor come to suit it on you And you, and you (you) you (you)... Show it off to your friends from the abstract cats So where's your heart at? We bring a hard hat when I'm constructing all these raw raps They label me 'all that and then some' Spittin' out with my pen from Then rebegin the process when I'm done H-I, the P, the H, the O-P The Big O, Wax Tailor, in your memory Overseas we connectin', makin' history Advocation as we masterin' from different nations The H-I, the P, the H, the O-P The Big O, Wax Tailor, in your memory Overseas we connectin', makin' history Advocation as we masterin' from different nations H-I, the P, the H, the O-P H-I, the P, the H, the O-P H-I, the P, the H, the O-P H-I, the P, the H, the O-P H-I... No matter the year (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the place (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the time (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) (That- That- That- That's where my heart's at!) No matter the year No matter the place No matter the time No matter the year (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the place (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) No matter the time (Hip-hop and rap, yeah) (That- That- That- That's where my heart's at!) He had no idea about tone production. He would just saw back and forth, just scratch the instrument To such a point that it drived everyone that listened to it Absolutely insane. He had no conception of the instrument! Yeah! Now that I waxed the crowd, I'm feeling proud and loud Knock 'em off with the- with the beeswax Tailor, you can't! A- a- a-ahh, yes he can! A-and if you've just joined us It's- it's essential that- that you learn the art Good- good flavor? It's only in the development stage at the moment!
Writer(s): Jean-christophe Michael Le Saout, John Mc Kiever, Daryl Lamont Parks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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