B-boy Lyrics - The Language Of My World - Macklemore

Ladies and Gentlemans 

This an ode to the b-boy, b-girls, 

the people out there who do it for the love 

and belive 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 

(I) 

whatever happened to the heart 

that pumped the passion into the art 

the entity that gave you the energy to wanna start 

break dancin', imma battling doing it at the park 

where the mission was expression not only to top charts 

i dont know what happened wanting to blow rap 

you lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks 

Radio's lackin', controlled by Fascists assholes doin' damage 

But we're gunna take it back 

before beats to a hundred g's a pop 

All you needed was a table top and a beat box 

Hip-hop with out the b-boy is like shelltoes only havin' two stripes 

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Hip-hop we're freedom-fighting graffiti-writing party types, 

that recite and organize and revitalize our rhymin till the group of the money makers systems knows the industry can eventually get served. 

breakers of my verses spinning up a revolutions throughout our words 

if you really want it come on get it coz i've got it 

coz im 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 

Photos 

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 

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.