H.I.P.H.O.P.

Lyrics
[Chorus] Powers have oppressed people Her infinite powers help oppressed people Her infinite powers help oppressed people Her infinite powers help oppressed people [Verse 1] KRS was my daddy, poppa Kris had me Pop locking my wrist to a hip-hop majesty Pen pad mastery, sounds of Motown When Apollo Brown crafting these instrumental masterpieces Relive the golden era in my flow forever Will I ever sell my soul? Hell no, never I'm so better, a go-getter, I throw letters Together for y'all pleasure, can I get a thank you rekka Outrank you, chess not checkers, king queen protect the bling bling On your neck it's still chains, do whatever for the fame It's a goddamn shame dodging gunshots Tongue is like a shotgun bang Got the props, fuck the fame, on theses block To the plane to the top of the Acropolis, how far I came And my aim remain pure as the tropical waters Salute to the fathers who gave me these powers [Chorus] Powers have oppressed people Her infinite powers help oppressed people Her infinite powers help oppressed people Her infinite powers help oppressed people [Verse 2] Rakim was my daddy, poppa R had me Perfecting my math in the paragraphs all day Pissy hallway, little Corey with the 40 And the posse spitting poetry wishing somebody notice me Take me out of hell as far as I can tell L-Town full of hardships and letdowns Frustrated meltdowns get to robbing banks and bodegas Anxious for the paper, ain't shit they could tell ya In the history class at last, get a hall pass To scribble raps in my composition pad Get the competition mad, listen, my position as dad Got me thinking 'bout the legacy I'm leaving for my lads For my young kings, lebron james the game is vicious Flame spittage, maim lyrics, hear the pain in my scriptures Aim remain pure as the Holy Mecca sure is Power of the fathers in the chorus [Chorus] Love Love Love Love
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