Universal Magnetic_Mos Def-Dead Prez

Fake (fake) Records (records) Uh,uh uh, 1,2 1,2 Uh,uh 1,2 1,2 Uh,uh all my dogs (1,2 1,2) (hook) It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop One thing 'bout music When it hit, you feel no pain White folks say it controls your brain I know better than that Thats game And we ready for that Two soldiers, head of the pack Matter of fact, who got the gat And where my army at Rather attack and not react Back to beats, it dont reflect On how many records get sold On sex,drugs and rock'n'roll Whether you're projects put on hold In the real world These just people with ideas They just like me and you When the smoke and camera disappear Again, the real world Is bigger than all these fake-a** records When po folks got the millions And my womans disrespected If you check 1,2 My word of advice to you Is just relax Just do what you gotta do If that dont work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, bout'r, flame ignitor,crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high Then just say it But then if you a liar,liar, pants on fire, wolf crier, Agent with a wire, im gon' know it when i play it (Repeat hook) Uh, who shot biggie smalls If we dont get them They gon' get us all Im down for running up on those crackers In they city hall We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real Ni**a dont think these record deals Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills Because there not Mc's get a little bit of love And think they hot Talking 'bout how much money they got All your records sound the same Im sick of that fake thug, r'n'b, rap scenario All day on the radio Same scenes in the video Monotonous material Y'all dont hear me though These record labels slang our tapes like d**e You can be next in line and signed And still be writing rhymes and broke You'd rather have a lexus or justice A dream or some substance A beamer, a necklace or freedom Still, niggas like me dont playa-hate I just stay awake Its real hip hop And it dont stop Till we get the po-po off the block They call it (repeat hook) x2 DP's got that crazy sh*t, we keep it crunked up, john blazin' sh*t What DP's got that crazy sh*t, we keep it crunked up, john blazin' sh*t x2 1,2 1,2 DP's got that crazy sh*t, we keep it crunked up, john blazin' sh*t