Big Mon and K-Otix - Hip Hop

1,2 Big Mon and Moon

(I used to) Pause mixtape Mantronix had the dope beats
Writing freestyles to get stupid part 3
Personally I always thought Kool Roc Ski's
a way better MC than Prince Markie Dee
Can't forget Special Ed helped me change my flow
I used to bump Cameo when everything got slow,
Even though I bit Rakim to win my first battle
Back then it was a no no
But Now it don't matter
JD had a dub of Hiero rhyming over Taxi
Had to have it
Even if it had too much static
Back when Prince Po and Pharoahe rhymed in knee high snow
Recorded every show
Pump it up Rap City, yo!
So consumed
808's feel the boom
In my room so confused trying to figure Plug Tunin
Then D introduced me to Tribe
I was hating at first
He told me wait until the baby stop crying

Hip Hop

Never let KRS-One borrow your mic
Never open up for Wu or hear the chant all night
Don't perform with Mos Def with the cC on
Don't freestyle with Kanye
He rap too damn long
I remember Masta cce gave the crowd some chips
clkaholiks passed the Henny but we faked our sip
Never stand front row
of Meth and Red or you'll get wet up
The Choice is Yours Remix had my knees all messed up
Back then Black Eyed Peas were 3 dope dancers
Busta Rhymes yell the whole show put ya hands up
Premo's a genius
Every Cut seamless
Wishing every song had a Pete Rock Remix
crguments turned scrappers Who was finest rapper
Salt n Pepa, Spinderella hell it didn't matter
Stole the show from OutKast (Had em)scared to go next
So Never open up with K-Otix

Hip Hop

Hip hop has been a part
of my life from the start
Everybody claiming their rappers
But they're lacking the heart
cnd the skill and the talent
But they want my respect
I can't give it when you're trolling
Or you Chasing a check
When the money ain't flowing then you ready to Quit
Hustling your own culture
Mayne we can't have s***
Corporations try to steal it
Then they make it their own
Getting rich off of your songs
While you sitting at home
Got you all emotional
Making bad decisions
Now you on Social media
telling your business
Made something out of nothing now everybody dissing
You was nothing from the start but you didn't wanna listen
You was just another product
had fame and money
Made too many mistakes
Now You a joke that ain't funny
So When your fans think you're went broke, dead or in jail
We can tell cause you have no more soul to sell

Hip Hop

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