B-Boy - Macklemore/Kurupt/JAYO FELONY/40-Glocc
Ladies and gentlemans
This an ode to the B-boys B-girls
The people out there
Who do it for the love
And believe me
I'm not dissin' anybody out there
Who's trying to get paid
I'm trying to get paid too
But I got one question
Whatever happened to the heart
That pumped the passion into the art
The entity that gave you
The energy to wanna start
Breakdancing I'm battling
Doing it at the park
Where the mission was expression
Not only to top charts
I don't know what happened
Wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion
For the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking controlled by fascists
Assholes doing damage
But we're gonna take it back
Before beats to a hundred G's a pop
All you needed
Was a tabletop and a beatbox
Hip-hop without the B-boy
Is like shelltoes only having two stripes
Hip-hop we're freedom-fighting
Graffiti-writing party types
That recite and organize
And revitalize our rhyming
'Til the group of the moneymakers systems
Knows that the industry
Can eventually get served
Breakers of my verses spinning up
A revolution throughout our words
If you really want it come on get it
Cause I've got it
I'm honestly paying homage
To forgotten pioneers
Of this culture that are giving them
Props and learn
If you wanna earn your stripes
You gotta be able to rock this mic
And set cyphers alike
The feeling to put in everything
You got in the circle
Will never be documented
In the Coke commercial
We be the baddest
Now B-boys B-girls
Bring it back to the block
Lemme see you get ill
For real pop and lock
If you record without thought then stop
Because I'll serve your whole album
With the goddamn beatbox
Without thought it just happens
If you gotta think to feel
That's not rapping that's acting
I'm from a land of backpacks and fat cats
MCs with sick raps
Who serve those that are wack
It's a way of life
I put all my energy into the melody
On the mp3s until the death of me
Record exceptionally especially
Whenever I be monumentally
Grammatically killing the mic
I tell my DJs cranking that music
Keeping 'em moving when the beat plays
Staying into it
Breaking and grooving and MCs they
Thinking that you should always pursue
In what their dreams make
Taking from lucid to really do it
All the people gotta make their money
And the way to make money
Is to get inside of the industry
Take it on the radio flow
So you can go blow we get a car
And a crib up on MTV
But in the end what's classic
Radio bubblegum
Or a voice filled with passion
To my real hip-hop heads
Please stand up
Cause the only people
That can preserve this art is us
Sing
B-Boy - Macklemore/Kurupt/JAYO FELONY/40-Glocc
Ladies and gentlemans
This an ode to the B-boys B-girls
The people out there
Who do it for the love
And believe me
I'm not dissin' anybody out there
Who's trying to get paid
I'm trying to get paid too
But I got one question
Whatever happened to the heart
That pumped the passion into the art
The entity that gave you
The energy to wanna start
Breakdancing I'm battling
Doing it at the park
Where the mission was expression
Not only to top charts
I don't know what happened
Wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion
For the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking controlled by fascists
Assholes doing damage
But we're gonna take it back
Before beats to a hundred G's a pop
All you needed
Was a tabletop and a beatbox
Hip-hop without the B-boy
Is like shelltoes only having two stripes
Hip-hop we're freedom-fighting
Graffiti-writing party types
That recite and organize
And revitalize our rhyming
'Til the group of the moneymakers systems
Knows that the industry
Can eventually get served
Breakers of my verses spinning up
A revolution throughout our words
If you really want it come on get it
Cause I've got it
I'm honestly paying homage
To forgotten pioneers
Of this culture that are giving them
Props and learn
If you wanna earn your stripes
You gotta be able to rock this mic
And set cyphers alike
The feeling to put in everything
You got in the circle
Will never be documented
In the Coke commercial
We be the baddest
Now B-boys B-girls
Bring it back to the block
Lemme see you get ill
For real pop and lock
If you record without thought then stop
Because I'll serve your whole album
With the goddamn beatbox
Without thought it just happens
If you gotta think to feel
That's not rapping that's acting
I'm from a land of backpacks and fat cats
MCs with sick raps
Who serve those that are wack
It's a way of life
I put all my energy into the melody
On the mp3s until the death of me
Record exceptionally especially
Whenever I be monumentally
Grammatically killing the mic
I tell my DJs cranking that music
Keeping 'em moving when the beat plays
Staying into it
Breaking and grooving and MCs they
Thinking that you should always pursue
In what their dreams make
Taking from lucid to really do it
All the people gotta make their money
And the way to make money
Is to get inside of the industry
Take it on the radio flow
So you can go blow we get a car
And a crib up on MTV
But in the end what's classic
Radio bubblegum
Or a voice filled with passion
To my real hip-hop heads
Please stand up
Cause the only people
That can preserve this art is us
Sing