Buttatones - Hip-Hop In The Building lyrics

[Coast] Hip-Hop has got me zoning on some next sh** hoping Bring it way back, first spot I ever stayed at Play that A-track, hit symbol, ba** clap That's how the snare hit um, spitting it there with um Used to get booed off stage, now they fair with him I say f** um, can't rock? go home and practice Since a little kid tryna make it happen Vibe is untouchable, love kicking it live Way I let the crowd connect with the thoughts in my mind Sick with a rhyme and if you happen to like this Put your hands way up high, let's get right kid The boom bap's an extension to my heart beat You can have anything cuz it's on me It's my treat, share my gift with the people The one and only, no phony it's not a sequel These other cats ain't live, they never equal [Raze] Who knew when I was younger, get older and master ceremonies When my fam and I go flow at shows I can smell the phonies Think that hell is only a figment of imagination This track's about Hip-Hop but I can't skip my fascination That this gift of spit is from God and he keeps my heart patient Such a dark nation, I express myself through drums and samples If I'm not accepted, I forget it and I dust my sandles They mishandle the industry, the mainstream ?? is k**ing me With empty words and all you learn is vanity and misery Sex, d** and violence is what they pour in your brain It's deplorable and horrible immoral decay What an awful display, what they say it just bores me Hip-Hop's alive more than ever cuz God's using it for His glory Through certain men who work the pen to send a brighter view And I salute to you who fight for truth and use the mic to move Crowds with sounds adverse and walk the earth with ?? [Tabs] For Hip-Hop tomorrow's not promised Cuz most of these cats swear that they hot and I agree they hot garbage So wake up, we surrounded by these fake f**s Who come to your town hiding under a pound of clown makeup I use them as punching bags, a bunch of f*gs who use mascara The resemble Mr. Meaner or Christina Aguilera Word I'm hating on these lames, I know they like to dance But them tight pants are cutting of the circulation to they brain I pretend to be sane but throw irrational tantrums Til they make Memory Lane a national anthem But that hand me this bullsh** and they tell me to swallow Like Hip-Hop is in the hands of Timbaland and Nelly Furtado Word our future ain't bright, that's why we purposely shine Like lack originality when spitting, remixing nursery rhymes They try to wash your minds but not mine brethren I'll fire bomb your building, give a new meaning to Hot 97 [Ayedeal] Hip-Hop supports so my mic gotta be my burner Fire hop off my hip, blaze guns, DJ's will turn ya k** and murder mainstream, want to drown you with a life preserver Word to living cyphers, full of saliva stay spitting Heads spinning windmills for energy, keep legs kicking Sticking plants on a grid, nuclear arms are headstands Step through wetlands, flaring the air, leave you a Redman Blowing out you eardrums, couldn't hear must be a Def Jam Bless stands and head bob to make the planet rock f** ?? cops ??? block cuz when albums drop Known for burning spots, battling and earning props Hip-Hop's my ?? box, I'm known for popping locks Hot off the top, I'll ?? a rock to leave you dazed High as Raze, watch Crazy Legs fly off the stage Marry in '96, Hip-Hop in 97 ways Missed the point well here comes another joint to blaze [Tones] Never had sh** except Hip-Hop and that's it Written spit push, every freestyle's cla**ic Before the saturation of wack rappers We cyphered, contemplating what really matters I remember back when I seen my first vision Hip-Hop's my faith, believe in my religion Think deep, live free while I spit to the beat It's in me, I always been a kid from the streets This is Tones in the flesh, it's the style, it's the shade Hip-Hop is not dead when I rise out the grave Was born to spit and if this my last verse I got 500 songs you could live off mad words A whole lifetime of scars bled through lines Reminisce on how it was or remember the sign The essence in the rhymes what my presence defines The memory shines glowing while the energy flies [Coal Cash] Rise to the cypher then cyclone windmill with whirlwinds Krylon through fat caps, Brooklyn to Berlin DJ's that scratch that fire through your stereo My crew's called deadly, you ain't ready for scenarios Stopping your reverie with legendary Hip-Hop We underground rebels pin the peddle past the pit stop This rocks the furnace in Hades to the temples in Heaven A heavy mental plus an influential legend Transcending sessions essence for blessing a track often It's a pale horse been walking past the black cats crossing The track's scorching hot, I'ma take it off the block so run You're not my son but you can call me Foster Pops Unorthodox, off the top we drop science Defiance against cops, we made Hip-Hop to stop violence And chop tyrants down with sounds we deploy If you rep the underground make some mothaf**ing noise