Act Too (Love of My Life) [Radio Edit / Remix]

Lyrics

[Intro: Common] Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop [Verse 1: Black Thought] Uh, yo, the anticipation arose as time froze I just stared down the aisles with my eyes closed And jumped straight into the crime code, I just did it You tryna hear that heat right? Yup, well, let's get it My desire to groove was overcomin' my fears I got a "Planet Rock" record I stole from Blair's I'm finna throw a disco up in my room upstairs Put the needle to the record, let it soothe my ears It goes: "Party People, this groove is soulsonic We finna to get you high as a kite with no chronic" Who could tell at the top, but it was better than brain But I fell in love with the culture, was never the same Remember All Stars and TI sweats And young rhythm 'round the projects tryna chill 'Cause my name on my buckle and my style is Ill 'Cause I got you in my system and refine the skill You like my life soundtrack, my personal theme Joint that knock for me ever since I burst on the scene Yo, it's like, gimme the music and I make it my wife Hip-hop, you the love of my life [Chorus: Black Thought] Yo, tell the people like that, what And it sounds so tight, hip-hop you the love of my life We finna take it to the top, love, hip-hop love To the top, love, hip-hop, check it out It's like that, y'all, and it sounds so tight Hip-hop, you the love of my life We finna take it to the, to the, to the To the, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, when I was nine years old, I realized there was a road At the end there'd be a lot of studios and shows I had to pump my brakes and learn from my mistakes Took time to create so that y'all could relate To be a pioneer, it takes work for years And sometimes I seen things that'll jerk your tears I been through hard times, many rocks to climb Tryna take it from the bottom to the top of the line With fam and the same shorty from the two-dollar jam That used to rock Sergios in the B-girl stance Probably rockin' door knockers with her hair in the twist With the ill Michael Jackson wristband on her wrist Before we ever shook asses and the watched the sales We used to sing "La Di Da Di" and "Rock the Bells" And you could mash up in the party 'til the early morn' And roll out without your Bally shoes gettin' stepped on Even though we from the city, the crime, the grind Yo, I grew up around good times and beats and rhymes I remember late nights rockin' without a mic Hip-hop, you the love of my life [Chorus: Black Thought] Yo, tell the people like that, what And it sounds so tight, hip-hop you the love of my life We 'bout to take it to the top, love, hip-hop love To the top, love, hip-hop, check it out It's like that, what, and it sounds so tight Hip-hop, you the love of my life We gotta go to the, to the, to the To the, to the, to the To the, to the, to the, to the, to the, yo [Outro: Common] Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop