Hecks - Hip-Hop lyrics

[Intro] Yo, do me a favor Accidently step on your white sun gla**es We don't wear those over here, this is hip hop (that's right) This is Carhartt jackets Timberland boots, unlaced This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries RIP pieces on the handball court This is us still fightin' police brutality, this is hip hop [Verse 1] I ain't tryin' to bring New York back I'm just a breath of fresh air, that good old New York rap Slick talk to the track, c'mon, who brought that to the game? Graffiti all on the train, get up your name I don't feel how I used to feel I'm in my 20's so a new Nas joint used to give me the chills In the barber shop tryin' to cop a new hot tape Them Rob lowes is crazy, the doo wop's great It's hip hop… and yes, I'm a fan first If you from the south, finger snap till your hands hurt If you from the west, W's in the air If you from the East Coast, act like you from here The good old two-step, the cla**ic head nod The thirsty iced grill, who wants to get robbed? That was the energy in the club On the real, that was the energy that I loved [Hook – x2] Aww, man, this is hip hop Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop Dream about hip hop, ‘cause I am hip hop [Verse 2] I ain't tryin' make you dance I just rip beats But the soul in my voice give you quick feet I don't know what it's like to not dig deep When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak, pipsqueak The tides come in and the Earth shakes 200 hundred mile an hour winds, I'm your worst fate Birthdate: July 6th 1980 How can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy? Aww, man, I gotta thank the Lord ‘Cause with this pen in my hand, I don't think that hard It just happens, wrist action, cla**ic in the makin' I kick back and just laugh, I'm happy, I'm amazin' Look at me, gaze into my eyes, see the poverty? Now understand why me and this music just gotta be? It's something that's inside of me And I can't shake it, so I embrace it, and let y'all taste it [Hook] [Verse 3] Somethin' happen to may body when that track smokin' Y'all swim more wilder than me, I be backstrokin'' I'm the best and my fans'll second that notion I'll be the last man standing with my back broken Crack open a couple of 40's, celebrate Mijo My competition, man, they squared in the H3 I run circles around them like a skate key And turn your little buzz into "Yo, whatever happened…?" So don't play, B, I ain't talking sh** I just got a awful gift that'll make your office doors just stiff They won't open, so no braggin' And no boastin' while I'm hungry Matter of fact, don't do that when I got a lot of money Yup, I'm feelin' myself, that sound right You gotta step in that ring like, "Listen, I'll pound Mike" You gotta step on that court like, "I could hold down Mike" The way I step on that stage and have the whole crowd like… [Hook]