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greg tate - what is hip hop lyrics

what is hip hop lyrics
buddha blessed and boo_ya blasted
these are the words that she manifested
a grim little tyke in a black pleather raincoat
she stepped to the mike and said
repeat after me, there is no such thing as alternative hip_hop
so boo in the blue silk hoody pops up
hey baby you’d be a good_looking a man if you worked at it but what the f_ck you know about hip_hop?
why he go and say that?
she said, i know hip_hop like i know your mother
your mother so hip_hop i seen her laying pipe in alaska
your mother so hip_hop she yеlled ho ‘fo i even axеd her
your mother so hip_hop she thinks biz markie’s cute as sh_t
your mother so hip_hop she told you, time to get off your d_ck
next time you speak to your mother, send her my best

buddha blessed and boo ya blasted
these are the words that she manifested:
hip_hop is inverse capitalism
hip_hop is reverse colonialism
hip_hop is the world the slaveholders made, sent into n_gga_fide future shock
hip_hop is the plunder from down under, mackin all others for pleasure
hip_hop is the black aesthetic byproduct of the
american dream machine, our culture of consumption, commodification, and subliminal seduction
where george clinton warned us about madison
avenue urge overk!ll, the pimping of the pleasure principle, hip_hop embraces the pleasures of the pimping principle
hip_hop is the first musical movement in history where black people pimped themselves before the white boy did
hip_hop pimped the funk before the white boy and heavy metal too
hip_hop is the perverse logic of capitalism pursued by an artform
like capitalism, hip_hop converts raw soul into store rack commodity
like capitalism, hip_hop has no morals, no conscience, and no ecological concern for the scavenged earth or the scavenged american minds it will wreck in its pursuit of new markets
unlike sigourney weaver’s nemesis alien, hip_hop is not the other man’s rape fantasy of the black s_x machine gone berserk
hip_hop is james brown’s pelvis digitally grinded into technomorphine
hip_hop is dope_know_logy, the only known antidote for prime_time sensory deprivation
there is no such thing as alternative hip_hop because the only alternative to hip_hop is is dead silence and we all know such silence signifies a lack of breath
there is no such thing as good hip_hop or bad hip_hop, progressive hip_hop or reactionary hip_hop, politically incorrect hip_hop or hip_hop with a message
its either hip_hop or it ain’t. sh_t
hip_hop is beyond good and evil, hip_hop is beyond life and death
hip_hop was dead but hip_hop reanimated
hip_hop does not live on yo! mtv raps
hip_hop currently resides beneath the noise where all the fly girlz and boyz use hip_hop as a form of telemetry telepath and telekinesis
hip_hop is how you say i love you to a hip_hop junkie
hip_hop is your password into the cult of hip_hop infomaniacs
you know hip_hop when you see it
you may not see hip_hop before it seizes you
hip_hop is not what it is today but what it could be tomorrow
hip_hop ain’t sh_t but everything is hip_hoppable mad flava beatable
hip_hop is pumas and a goody today but why not leather fringe and sequins tomorrow?
if hip_hop wanted to be that corny, who could argue with it but a muhfuhkuh who was faded?
what’s hip_hop today could easily become passé
arguing with hip_hop about the nature of hip_hop is like arguing with water about the nature of wetness
like bunny wailer said, some tings come to ya, some tings come at ‘cha, but hip_hop flows right through ya

hip_hop is so far gone up its own ass you can’t even speak on it unless you follow the trail of hip_hop’s intestines out the lower end
hip_hop is the rattlesnake that bit off its own tail, then listened to the death rattle warning the head that it was swallowing up the body
hip_hop is what happened when the black community became the
bermuda triangle and lost track of itself on the radar screen of reaganomics
hip_hop is the blip that boom_bipped then turned up to crack, black is back all in we’re gonna exterminate our own next of kin
pink people wanna know if other pink people like hip_hop how can it still be hip_hop?
that’s like asking, if black people like
dirty harry is he still clint eastwood?
hip_hop is beyond black nationalism
hip_hop is not hung up on counter_supremacy because it reigns supreme like all the other dope fiends
hip_hop is half black and half j_panese
hip_hop is digital chips on the shoulders of african lips
hip_hop is black prozac
hip_hop is if you can’t join ‘em, beat ‘em, if you can’t beat ‘em, blunt ‘em
hip_hop is black sadomasochism
hip_hop is where the hurting ends and the feeling begins or is that the other way around?
hip_hop is how we rip off the nad aids and pour saltpeter on the wounds
hip_hop is ralph ellison, who once said the blues is like running a razor blade along an open sore

if it wasn’t for black english and hip_hop i wouldn’t have no blues at all
hip_hop is my black cat moan
hip_hop is my black cat scan
hip_hop is all i need to stop
it’s time for my medicine
time to face the music again
buddha blessed and boo_ya blasted
these are the words that she manifested

- greg tate lyrics

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