It's Bigger Than Hip - Hop Lyrics - Let's Get Free - Dead Prez

It's still bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip 

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop 

Uhh, uhh, uhh, one thing 'bout music, when it's real, they get scared 

Got us slavin' for the welfare 

Aint no food, clothes or healthcare 

I'm down for guerilla warfare 

All my niggas, put your guns in the air if you really don't care 

Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air 

For my brother locked up in the jump for a year 

Shit is real out here, don't believe these videos 

This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio 

Really though, DP'z gon' let you know 

It's just a game of pimps and hoes 

And it's all 'bout who you know 

Not who we are or how we grow 

I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through 

What I been through, not just for no dough 

Even though the rent due 

What I'm into ain't for no dough 

Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin' remains the same 

Sick of the same ol' thang, it's bigger than bling, bling 

If I feel it, I feel it, if I don't, I don't 

If it ain't really real then I probably won't 

Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride 

For this real hip hop, y'all, I'm ready to die 

Uhh, hip what, hop what, hip what, hop what 

Hip what, hop what, hip what, hop, c'mon 

C'mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride 

For this real hip hop, y'all, I'm ready to die 

Hip hop means sayin' what I want, never bite my tongue 

Hip hop means teaching the young 

If you feelin' what I'm feelin' then you hearin' what I'm sayin' 

'Cause these fake, fake records just keep on playin' 

What you sayin', huh, DP bringin' the funk 

Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uhh 

Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me 

'Cuz my pants that's tend to sag 

Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag 

Whether ridin' on the bus or you stole a Jag 

M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash 

Revolutionary love till the day we pass 

Will they play it on the radio? 

Maybe not, maybe so we gon' keep it pumpin' though 

Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho 

Ay dogg, that label is that slave ship 

Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves 

If you really wanna eat, you gotta hear the same thing 

With the football, b-ball or if you slangin' that dope 

Ain't never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin' my folk 

What the hell a brother gon' do though, huh 

When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off 

Drop them raps or cock them gats 

Ain't never had shit ever since we came to this bitch 

Why, I gotta feel pain to get rich 

'Stead of stackin' chips, finna pack them clips 

(Ride to this if you miss Tupac) 

(Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa) 

(Ride to this if you miss Tupac) 

(Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa) 

We keep it crunkah