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Andrew Mair - Hip Hop Loud Rocks Remix Lyrics

[Intro: M-1]
Uh, yeah
Yeah DP's and Static X, bigger than Hip-Hop
What you thought we just all 'bout music (Okay) (Uh)

[Hook: Wayne Static & (M-1)]
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
Hip
(It's bigger than)
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop
Go!

[Verse1: M-1 & (Wayne Static)]
Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls yo' brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we ready for that - two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at? Rather attack and not react
Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Against the real world (Go!)
It's bigger than all these fake-ass records
When po' folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do; if that don't work, then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna jus' get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
It's bigger than
[Hook: Wayne Static & (M-1)]
Hip-Hop (Okay!)
Hip-Hop (Okay)
Hip-Hop (Okay)
Hip
(It's bigger than)
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop (It's bigger than, it's bigger than)
Hip-Hop (Okay)
Hip-Hop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go!

[Verse 2: stic.man]
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all - all my dogs stay real
Nigga, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds
And pay your bills, because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got; all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus? Or justice? A dream? Or some substance?
A Beamer? A necklace? Or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop; and it don't stop 'til we get the police off the block
They call it...
[Hook: Wayne Static & (stic.man)]
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
Hip-Hop (Hip-Okay)
Hip
(It's bigger than)
Hip-Hop (Okay)
Hip-Hop (Okay)
Hip-Hop (Where my dogs at?)
Hip-Hop (C'mon!)
Hip-Hop (Remix!)
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop (Y'know it, y'know it)
Hip (You all know)
Go!

[Outro: stic.man & (Wayne Static)]
Uh
Rock and roll
Rock and roll
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rock and roll (What?)
Ro-Ro-Ro-Rock and roll
Where my dogs at? (What?)
DP's got that crazy shit
We keep it crunker, John Blaze-in' shit (What?)
DP's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunker
John Blaze-in' shit (What a nigga gonna do?) (What?)
DP's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunker...
Dead Prez
Static X
Malcolm X
Hooklow
You know it (Go!)
Hooklow
Hooklow