This song is Hot. Totally diffrent style for me. May need to read the lyrics while you listen.
Props to www.mp3.com/rockitproductions for the beat.
funny humorous giggle yo
Lyrics
Bam. There’s that sound again
That 4/4 rhythm blastin into your head
And you don’t even care if it was already said
And taken from someone who’s already dead
You’re just bouncing in the club with the lights all down
Hearing the clichés swirling round
To the sound. But I’m afraid I already knew
It was taken from James Brown in ‘72
Cause there ain’t no room for virtuosity
With you guys all content with mediocrity
It’s like operating is a fallen art
With everyone waiting for the next round to start
It’s right here in your face, but you have to know
When a revolution starts with a microphone
You’re spittin and rippin all those lyrics and shittin
On the progress we need for the next stage of living
I could say motherfucker cause it has a good beat
I could fill up a song if I cared to defeat
Any purpose for verses over bass and drums
And just have a backing track for y’all to be numb
And I hope you aren’t praying got this track to be done
So go can go space-wasting in your Air Force Ones
But this ain’t an attack on the fact that rap is
Moving back to the caveman with a club on his back
Instead of hunting food you’re hunting 12-inch rims
Then you stand up and say “You don’t know how we live”
But there’re kids whose skin can’t even hold back their ribs
And you just grin for the camera, let the medallion spin
And I’m sick of this; sick of watching music go on
Becoming a parody of what it could become
The image, the show, and crimes that you do
Entertainment and talent, separate the two
Integrity is fallacy in modern beliefs
Indicating to the conscious that talk is cheap
Integrating all one might want to see
But not to hear, and certainly not what to be
E to the V the O, the L, the U
The TION, you know you’re clinging to the past with
Both hands. But you know it can’t be stopped
Cause its evolution, not just hip-hop
Rockin to the sound you know you drive into the ground
The fact that traces of original thought can’t be found
You twist your wrist and flick the switch and break the bridge
Between musical reality and fantasy
You’re livin it up, but you ain’t keeping it real
When you learned how to ball you forgot how to feel
You’re gangsta rollin when there are others out running
Through barbed wire escaping army patrols
They don’t have an ally in their entire land
And you sure ain’t there to go and lend a hand
Cause you’re braggin of putting bullets in your fellow man
You ain’t even being moral when you’re lying to your fans
And when from that attitude a life is lost
You act like they deserve to be placed on a cross
And when people ask what’s wrong with the kids today
They hear what you say and now you’re to blame
Watch the hands go up when you say “My people”
The stage is your church and your mic is the steeple
The pinnacle of power over mind and soul
But all you do is use them to achieve your goal
Money, power, respect is what to have
Oh well, I guess that 2 out of 3 ain’t so bad
But the next time I see you crusin in the Bentley
I hope you realize there are millions who can’t even die gently
And next time you bitch about the hardships you beat
You’ll think of the people whose daily challenge is to eat
It’s so much bigger than you seem to understand
So shout that out next time you see those hands
It’s a platform for reform, hip-hop or not
So put your back into it and use what you’ve got
You want for all those people to remember your name?
Being remembered as the rapper who made the world change
E to the V the O, the L, the U
The TION, you know you’re clinging to the past with
Both hands. But you know it can’t be stopped
Cause its evolution, not just hip-hop