Obie One B.A. - Hip Hop (feat. SickFlo & DJ Cue) [Extended]

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Yea, It's where I learned my greatest of lessons
Gave me a voice and became my choice of a weapon
Helped me channel my aggression
Piano my confessions in the keys of the blessings
Others capping ain't no lying here
Raised by the pioneers
Like dem bars I got that iron here
Purposed filled verses spill, sick
Dispersed from His perfect will
Intertwined with boom bap
Designed to consume that Fruitless
Lack luster lines I attack wack
When I busta rhymes, Act get flushed because I
A product of this hip hop, It flows through my veins
In a drought it's the rain, It alleviates the pains
Been keeping man sane, nothing's the same all gain
I'm on a high now, fly now refusing to die down
The elements are relevant, I'm telling them true to the root
No matter what the industry is selling them
Hip hop

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Not Hip Hop savior, don't want to be the best
I know Hip Hop savior he's living in my chest
Can Hip Hop saves us from dealing with this stress
Since everything is called Hip Hop its just a mess
The fall of the wack Mc now peace and rest
You got to come with dem bars, expect nothing less
Because real Mc's will always put you to the test
But I ain't come to condemn, I'm only here to bless
And take you out of bondage and everything you possess
Suppress, caress and everything you molest
I'm a warrior for God, so O gonna contest
The devil when he think he strong, I make him digress
Man yall don't wanna step to real music and feel it
This real life testimony I ain't conceal it
I cop that, laid a stack, on a track I kill it
Man God gave me this hand you know I had to deal it

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I put it down for the city, pull it up for the block
Representing for the hood, you can find me at the spot
#IRAP4JESUS, You can see my Hip Hop
Because the joints out of place, that's why I'm all up in your face
Hold up, Mudda Sick Dread, what you saying boy
I cant even understand you man, you just making noise
Wake up, It's time to change the game, that is why I rep His name
I cant even hate, because I was one I used to do the same
Hip Hop, it started in the park, it once brought us all together
Now it tear us all apart, So I walked away from it
Like LeBron did the Heat, It wasn't even televised
All I was drop the beat, So I'm trying to make a change to your city
And your town, this Hip Hop baby with a born again sound
Call it what you want, but this is how its going down
So I got my V's up with an A Town down.

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Written by:
OBAFEMI HAWK, RICARDO VALENTINE

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