I Said Hey Lyrics - The Language Of My World - Macklemore

Yo, the first time I heard Digital Underground I was in the first grade 

My homie Lace brought it over and he dubbed it on a mixtape 

I would do the Humpty Hump and perform to hiss 

Twelve years later I learned that Shock-G and him were the same person 

I loved Hammer, I can't front he taught me how to dance 

Along with Bel Biv Devoe I had Jay Ohs and a pair of zebra pants 

But this was the foundation of what would come to be 

A life long passion journey and drive; an emcee 

Some people ask me what it means, I don't know where to start 

It's the deepest connection between my soul and my heart 

When I first stepped into a cipher and a jam in the park 

I got served, no for real I got served 

But see I learned something 

Observed others and watched 

An urged hunger burst, earned a turn at that park. 

I don't care who you are, where you're from or what you believe in 

But if you love hip hop I bet it's more or less for the same reason 

This is it when you spit you exist in that moment 

And if you're sick with that gift then you rip it when you perform it 

Then all the shit that you live begins to lift up your shoulders 

And the audience well they get to experience where your soul is 

The most amazing feeling, rocking the crowd to your anthem 

From the front to the back with their motha fuckin' hands up 

'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the first won't be the last 

Just another b-boy and I'ma die in my stance 

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If you got a pen and a pad put your heart down 

If you got a record and can crab lay a scratch down 

If you got a marker and a can bomb your art now 

If you got a floor and you're fast kick that ill style 

If you got a pen and a pad put your heart down 

If you got a record and can crab lay a scratch down 

If you got a marker and a can bomb the whole damn town 

But if you live for hip hop don't ever put your hands down 

Don't put your hands down, keep that shit up 

We're goin' to rock it like this, do this with me 

It goes front, back 

Front, back 

Front, back 

Front, come on 

It goes front, back 

Front, back 

I said front, back 

To my people you know it 

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Now I don't know if its the clothes, the hoes, or the cars 

That makes people rap like they're trapped inside of these bars 

This shit ain't complicated man just be who you are 

To busy searching for the light and missing the fact that you're a star 

Now who's got passion now stand the hell up 

'Cause I want to hear somebody rapping who's got it inside their cuts 

Or you can get intricate displaying your fancy cadences 

But if you're not speaking the truth you might as well not be saying shit 

I said who's going to teach the kids? 

You'd rather blow up and get famous so you can get some new rims 

All the money in the world can help you look like a star 

But money can't buy you the heart to go and put inside your bars 

And I like nice shit too 

Believe me, I got a closet full of Nikes and a whole bunch of Velore suits 

They'll give you the white tees and the icy earring like the whole youth, 

Population of hip hop but look beyond it when I record through, 

These beats 'cause if I don't speak me 

What's the difference between my lyrics and what you hearin' on MTV 

People fear that if they're steering away from the mainstream 

Then their album won't sell 

Well I could give a fuck 

I'm just goin' to freestyle and spit what's in my gut 

And if you want to you can go and label me conscious 

But remember there's a kid at a bus stop beat boxin' 

Who's life will be effected by what's inside of his Walkman 

If you got a pen and a pad put your heart down 

If you got a record and can crab lay a scratch down 

If you got a marker and a can bomb your art now 

If you got a floor and you're fast kick that ill style 

If you got a pen and a pad put your heart down 

If you got a record and can crab lay a scratch down 

If you got a marker and a can bomb the whole damn town 

But if you live for hip hop don't ever put your hands down