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hornzilla – some of that real shit كلمات اغاني

[hook] x2
real hip hop hits me right in the soul
it doesn’t matter if you’re triple platinum or gold
as long as there’s p-ssion behind every single rhyme
then you’ll be sitting on top of the game in no time

[verse 1]
nowadays everyone is in it for the papes
i stand back and watch them all fighting over grapes
i’d rather be respectable and broke than rich and hated
no matter how old you get, a real mc will never sound dated
making pop for the radio will get you played, i’m sure
but you’ll never get my respect, if you come to my door
as a hip hop head myself i know what’s real and what’s fake
signing to a label is as bad as listening to drake
someone asked me once to drop a sixteen on their track
they said it took seven weeks for the label to hit them back
i was so surprised when he asked if i wanted to make the p
i heard the beat and noticed that it sampled terminator 3
it was like i was taken back to the spanish inquisition
the drums sounded like they were recorded in a kitchen
he said “we need a rapper from the underground to spit on this”
i said, “jesus christ bro, are you taking the f-cking p-ss?”
so i politely declined and went on about my day
by the time i got home there was a message in the mail
i opened it up and it read “dear mr. underground
we love your new record and we like your new sound
can you translate to us what your future plans are?
if you come with us, we can make you a star!”
i pressed delete as soon as i came upon this f-cking line
i’ll never sacrifice my sh-t just to get a bigger shine

[verse 2]
so if you’re spitting sixteens about your girl and your cash
then why am i even bothering to listen to this trash?
the rap game is full of idiots and fools
listening to me is like going back to school
i don’t care if you think you’re bad because you’ve got stacks
if you think you’re so smart, put the knowledge on your tracks
if you want to be played in the club, become a f-cking singer
hip hop isn’t for wannabe gunslingers
i take my cues from the greatest, from big daddy kane to odb
afrika bambaata, k-rino, big l and eazy-e
the sound of the record scratching is what hooked me in first
the sick beats and knowledge in the rhymes made me die of thirst
it got me reading books and it opened up my mind
this whole game of life is just a test to see inside
technique showed me there’s a point to every track or verse
it ain’t about the p’s, it’s about avoiding the he-rs-
these fake mc’s will chat some sh-t to get some airplay
there’s no point lying on wax unless it’s metaphoric wordplay
there’s no denial how many great mcs have laced and graced the mic
i know if my bars are right i can rock the stage just as dope tonight

[verse 3]
now despite many signed mcs who are all sick to some degree
there’s still plenty of mcs who are unsung like me
there are so many names that i can reel off on repeat
that whenever you hear me next you’ll have to peel them all off the beat
there’s five hundred more names that i never even spoke
it’s probably because when i wrote this i was taking a toke
if you don’t know how to separate the real from the fake
then how the f-ck are all these weak mc’s trying to claim a stake?
so if you’re nas, big vex, deja vu or krs-one
our raps and rhymes are all held up under the same sun
i’ll put your sk!lls to the test when i scrutinize your bars
even the best mc might not have what it takes to go far
it doesn’t matter if you’re a crackhead on the streets
if you can flow and rap about some dope sh-t, then find some beats
don’t spend your life hitting the pipe and wasting your time
settle down with a fat spliff and write down your rhymes
you’ll know when you hear real hip hop, i can guaran-d-mn-tee
there’ll be shivers down your spine and you’ll be wanting to mc
you’ll hear a scratch of the record, and you’ll go “what the f-ck was that?”
undoubtedly all you can say is “yo, that sh-t was phat!”

- hornzilla

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