The Movement

Yo, It’s the truth
And you gotta recognize it
Explore the elements of where the real live is
Hip hop in general’s
A sign of the times
To the B-boys
The DJs
Designers of rhymes
An artist’s who’s got a hip hop mentality
Will see a blank wall
And turn it to a casualty
He don’t give a fuck about
A corporation’s property
I’m about to bomb this beast
And nobody’s stopping me
Dip into the train yards
Hopping over fences
Running from the beast
And ducking into the trenches
It’s modern art with the element of surprise
And peace to my comrades
Really keeping it live
Like, Back, Mellow, Dems
Hare and Maker
Touch one’s mind yo
No love for fakers
Agubor, Case, and Nick-C
The writers that I know
But they don’t know me
Like, Obey and Psycho
To many to name
They rock hands into hands
And turn paint into flames
The Dalis of concrete
Picaso of pavement
They bust in our rooftops
The bridges of airwaves
We don’t pay attention
To the things they say
We get no respect now
But we will someday
We get no respect now
But we will someday
Check it out y’all
We got something to say
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MCs, DJs, B-boys, graphwriters
The beat boxers
And those who just like the
Way that we do
What we do
When we do it
Hip hop is more than a culture
Man it’s a movement
Man when I think on
The state of hip hop
I go crazy
We could make the moon dance
We just too lazy
(We could)
Shake up the world
Somehow we don’t know it
How you gonna tell Big Specs
Ain’t a poet
And now you’re gonna tell me
That Maker is not an artist
Either you’re bitch-made
Or you’re just straight retarded
Whatever it is
We’re not dealing with no hate here
We get no respect
But hey, neither did Shakespeare
Worldwide language
With a universal reach
The businessmen are using our slang
Up in their speech
We stay away from greed
That shit will always hurt you
(They steal our culture)
(Sell it back in their commercials)
Exist in the music
Equipped with the words
We chronicle reality
Then give it to the world
And they say I’m not a poet
Cause I’m messing up the grammar
But what I’m trying to stress to you
Is that it doesn’t matter
We don’t like the language
The way that you be teaching it
I talk with slang and I’m
A never stop speaking it
We don’t pay attention
To the things they say
We get no respect now
But we will someday
We get no respect now
But we will someday
And yo JC-O what you got to say?