制作
出演艺人
Classified
表演者
作曲和作词
Luke Boyd
作曲
Wes Williams
词曲作者
歌词
[Verse 1]
(I love it)
(I love it)
(I love it)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Yo Class, how you doin' Dunn? I'm back in the 'fax (yeah)
I'm takin' time off from the act and I got to relax
I need a new beat
[Verse 3]
Yo, Fresh 'tro I got a few treats (Uh)
You been up in this city long?
[Verse 4]
Nah, only two weeks
[Verse 5]
Cool, well, I'm sorry about the weather (Uh)
It's been rainin' all week, I hope it gets a little better
[Verse 6]
Either way Class listen (What?), I got a ill vision
About a song I'm workin' on, you think you got the right rhythm?
[Verse 7]
Man come on, you know I got some shit that'll break your neck
I used up what I want but you can take what's left
[Verse 8]
Oh, don't give me bullshit dog, you know I blaze the set
You know you got something saved for Wes
I got a ill concept, (hip hop)
How I paid the real line debt since (what?)
1987, I've been reppin' on the cyphers and the sessions
And I'll still be gettin' stress on the block (yeah)
You know it's hard to be hip-hop
[Verse 9]
And ain't nobody stayin' real (uh)
It don't pay bills when you showcase skill (uh)
Ain't nobody livin' off of doin' windmills
Or paintin' train rails, that's real (that's real)
[Verse 10]
It's hard to be hip-hop
[Verse 11]
(I love it)
(I love it)
[Verse 12]
You know it's hard to be hip-hop
It's hard to be hip-hop (I love it)
You know it's hard to be hip-hop
But we got to be hip-hop (I love it)
[Verse 13]
I got no gas and grill, so my raps ain't real (yeah)
Cause I don't pack steal, do my tracks appeal?
[Verse 14]
And to the mass appeal, watch how fast they fail
Yeah I'm hip-hop son until my casket's sealed
It's hard in a culture when the fans are fickle
Understand my issue, your own man'll diss you
[Verse 15]
One minute your whack and then your jam's official
Yeah, and then they switch again, so bottles or cans'll hit you
First they loved LL
And then they hated him
And then they love him again
Then they degraded him
So lately, basically, I don't know if I can play to win
Survival of the fittest, let me see what kind of shape I'm in
[Verse 16]
Yo 'stro, when I was younger, like nineteen (uh)
I could spend all day writin' rhyme schemes (uh)
Spittin freestyle or cypher in the streets
But now I got responsibilities
[Verse 17]
Yo, it's hard to be hip-hop
[Verse 18]
(I love it)
(I love it)
[Verse 19]
You know it's hard to be hip-hop
It's hard to be hip-hop (I love it)
You know it's hard to be hip-hop
But we got to be hip-hop (I love it)
[Verse 20]
No, this is not an illusion
Y'all can't carry on
Real hip-hop
No, this is not an illusion
No rest for nothing, nothing less
No, this is not an illusion
Y'all can't carry
Real hip-hop
No, this is not an illusion
No rest for nothing, nothing less (Nothing less, nothing less)
[Verse 21]
Cats are killin' me Luke
Thinkin' life's like a video shoot
They ain't spittin' the truth
[Verse 22]
True, I got a similar view (uh huh)
But I guess that's the damage the industry do
I'm twenty-eight, unemployed (uh), a grown ass man (uh)
Still tryna rap with no fall back plan
[Verse 23]
Go all out fam, you got nothing to lose (uh huh, yeah)
'Cause only to yourself, you got something to prove
[Verse 24]
Yeah, we got to be hip-hop, it's all that we know
Lace up the Shell Toe 'stro?
[Verse 25]
Yo, on with the show (on with the show)
Get the drum track goin' dirty?
[Verse 26]
Yeah, enough small talk
But whatever you drop, keep it hard
[Verse 27]
It's hard to be hip-hop (I love it)
Got to be hip-hop (I love it)
You know it's hard to be hip-hop
It's hard to be hip-hop (I love it)
You know it's hard to be hip-hop
But we got to be hip-hop (I love it)
[Verse 28]
Got to be hip-hop
[Verse 29]
(I love it)
(I love it)
(I love it)
(I love it)
Written by: Luke Boyd
