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  • 作曲 : Ben Haggerty
    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 his verses
    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 ***********t 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 ***********' hands up
    'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the first won't be the last
    Just another b-boy and I'm a die in my stance
    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 I'll 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 ***********t 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
    Now I don't know if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the cars
    That makes people rap like they're trapped inside of these bars
    This ***********t 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 ***********t
    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 ***********t too
    Believe me, I got a closet full of Nikes and a whole bunch of Lenore 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 ***********
    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 I'll 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
  • 作曲 : Ben Haggerty
    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 his verses
    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 ***********t 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 ***********' hands up
    'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the first won't be the last
    Just another b-boy and I'm a die in my stance
    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 I'll 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 ***********t 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
    Now I don't know if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the cars
    That makes people rap like they're trapped inside of these bars
    This ***********t 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 ***********t
    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 ***********t too
    Believe me, I got a closet full of Nikes and a whole bunch of Lenore 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 ***********
    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 I'll 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