Hip-Hop-Cracy 歌词

歌曲	Hip-Hop-Cracy
歌手	Cross Movement
专辑	Higher Definition
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	作曲 : Wells
	(Verse One)
	Where my riders for life in this rodeo
	Who know what's it's like to have been Pinocchio
	And living the life of slang and colloquial
	Let me take you to school like parochial
	Tokyo got heat for your Nokia
	Hip-Hop World wide and appropriate
	But when it tries to make God an associate
	Even your phone ringer brings the atrocious
	Back up young buck, I know I stretched that word
	Ain't nobody hear it, you ain't have to stress that word
	Ain't nobody fear it, you ain't have to stress that word
	But when people say that got the Spirit
	Stress that Word!
	Now Hip-Hop music makes the world go round
	On a turntable axis and a vinyl ground
	Needle over the equator and they dropped it down
	That pop and that click was a static sound
	Now that click and that pop is an automatic round
	Hip-Hop wears an autocratic crown
	Who gonna tell this Art anything now?
	Cause Hip-Hop can't even hear Hip-Hop now
	(Verse Two)
	So as Hip-Hop rocks to the break of dawn
	Don't nobody leave til six in the morn'
	And they all come home like the "Children of the Corn"
	Just here to make a killing and they gone
	Hip-hop used to say, "Rock on, baby bubba!"
	Now it's dang diggy dang da dang!, more baby mothers
	And less men at work
	And that's even from the "windows to the walls" of the Church
	And it's becoming a concocted mixture now
	We record contrary tracks and try to mix it down
	And people all confused and don't know what to do
	I heard a brother leave the church talking bout', "Holler-Lu!"
	And another cat talking bout', "Praise the Ford!"
	The same cat won the "Most Pimped Out" church van award
	And though I've never seen guns
	I did see a guy pull out a knot and start speaking in ones
	Another said, "Pot is good, all the dime, and all the dime pot is good!"
	And if it ain't hit your town, then it could
	Hip-Hopcracy don't discriminate by block or hood
	(Verse Three)
	Well now if Hip-Hop is gonna be true to life
	Then Hip-Hop's gotta be true to Christ
	Cause as the Hebrew writer cites
	His creative endeavors made all things and hold all together
	So that kick and snare that jerks your spine
	Is cause God made noise work by design
	So it's Divine and not by chance
	That you can make a hot track and do a little dance
	And write a little rhyme
	Ain't that crazy?
	Words whose sounds match that stimulate the mind
	And what if you can write a verse?
	How you paying homage to music's Maker with punchlines of curse?
	And the stanza's that modern man does are full of vanity, vulgarity and
	propaganda
	But I guess that's this age
	We Thugs and Fools
	We even stick God up and saying, "Run the jewels!"
	But God ain't the type to lay down flat
	And put His hand behind His head and turn His back
	He's the type to look right back down your pipe
	And see the Cross in the crosshairs of your site
	And be like, "Oh you sticking me up? No you not
	I'm loaning you my stuff, but you on the clock
	And when that last tic-tocks, I'm coming to your block
	To see what you did with my Son and with my Hip-Hop!"
	So woe to all men who have abused the craft
	With unjustified math and filthy cash
	"Will a man rob God?" No indeed
	But that's the sin and attempt of Hip-Hop-cracy

	zuo qu : Wells
	Verse One
	Where my riders for life in this rodeo
	Who know what' s it' s like to have been Pinocchio
	And living the life of slang and colloquial
	Let me take you to school like parochial
	Tokyo got heat for your Nokia
	HipHop World wide and appropriate
	But when it tries to make God an associate
	Even your phone ringer brings the atrocious
	Back up young buck, I know I stretched that word
	Ain' t nobody hear it, you ain' t have to stress that word
	Ain' t nobody fear it, you ain' t have to stress that word
	But when people say that got the Spirit
	Stress that Word!
	Now HipHop music makes the world go round
	On a turntable axis and a vinyl ground
	Needle over the equator and they dropped it down
	That pop and that click was a static sound
	Now that click and that pop is an automatic round
	HipHop wears an autocratic crown
	Who gonna tell this Art anything now?
	Cause HipHop can' t even hear HipHop now
	Verse Two
	So as HipHop rocks to the break of dawn
	Don' t nobody leave til six in the morn'
	And they all come home like the " Children of the Corn"
	Just here to make a killing and they gone
	Hiphop used to say, " Rock on, baby bubba!"
	Now it' s dang diggy dang da dang!, more baby mothers
	And less men at work
	And that' s even from the " windows to the walls" of the Church
	And it' s becoming a concocted mixture now
	We record contrary tracks and try to mix it down
	And people all confused and don' t know what to do
	I heard a brother leave the church talking bout', " HollerLu!"
	And another cat talking bout', " Praise the Ford!"
	The same cat won the " Most Pimped Out" church van award
	And though I' ve never seen guns
	I did see a guy pull out a knot and start speaking in ones
	Another said, " Pot is good, all the dime, and all the dime pot is good!"
	And if it ain' t hit your town, then it could
	HipHopcracy don' t discriminate by block or hood
	Verse Three
	Well now if HipHop is gonna be true to life
	Then HipHop' s gotta be true to Christ
	Cause as the Hebrew writer cites
	His creative endeavors made all things and hold all together
	So that kick and snare that jerks your spine
	Is cause God made noise work by design
	So it' s Divine and not by chance
	That you can make a hot track and do a little dance
	And write a little rhyme
	Ain' t that crazy?
	Words whose sounds match that stimulate the mind
	And what if you can write a verse?
	How you paying homage to music' s Maker with punchlines of curse?
	And the stanza' s that modern man does are full of vanity, vulgarity and
	propaganda
	But I guess that' s this age
	We Thugs and Fools
	We even stick God up and saying, " Run the jewels!"
	But God ain' t the type to lay down flat
	And put His hand behind His head and turn His back
	He' s the type to look right back down your pipe
	And see the Cross in the crosshairs of your site
	And be like, " Oh you sticking me up? No you not
	I' m loaning you my stuff, but you on the clock
	And when that last tictocks, I' m coming to your block
	To see what you did with my Son and with my HipHop!"
	So woe to all men who have abused the craft
	With unjustified math and filthy cash
	" Will a man rob God?" No indeed
	But that' s the sin and attempt of HipHopcracy

	zuò qǔ : Wells
	Verse One
	Where my riders for life in this rodeo
	Who know what' s it' s like to have been Pinocchio
	And living the life of slang and colloquial
	Let me take you to school like parochial
	Tokyo got heat for your Nokia
	HipHop World wide and appropriate
	But when it tries to make God an associate
	Even your phone ringer brings the atrocious
	Back up young buck, I know I stretched that word
	Ain' t nobody hear it, you ain' t have to stress that word
	Ain' t nobody fear it, you ain' t have to stress that word
	But when people say that got the Spirit
	Stress that Word!
	Now HipHop music makes the world go round
	On a turntable axis and a vinyl ground
	Needle over the equator and they dropped it down
	That pop and that click was a static sound
	Now that click and that pop is an automatic round
	HipHop wears an autocratic crown
	Who gonna tell this Art anything now?
	Cause HipHop can' t even hear HipHop now
	Verse Two
	So as HipHop rocks to the break of dawn
	Don' t nobody leave til six in the morn'
	And they all come home like the " Children of the Corn"
	Just here to make a killing and they gone
	Hiphop used to say, " Rock on, baby bubba!"
	Now it' s dang diggy dang da dang!, more baby mothers
	And less men at work
	And that' s even from the " windows to the walls" of the Church
	And it' s becoming a concocted mixture now
	We record contrary tracks and try to mix it down
	And people all confused and don' t know what to do
	I heard a brother leave the church talking bout', " HollerLu!"
	And another cat talking bout', " Praise the Ford!"
	The same cat won the " Most Pimped Out" church van award
	And though I' ve never seen guns
	I did see a guy pull out a knot and start speaking in ones
	Another said, " Pot is good, all the dime, and all the dime pot is good!"
	And if it ain' t hit your town, then it could
	HipHopcracy don' t discriminate by block or hood
	Verse Three
	Well now if HipHop is gonna be true to life
	Then HipHop' s gotta be true to Christ
	Cause as the Hebrew writer cites
	His creative endeavors made all things and hold all together
	So that kick and snare that jerks your spine
	Is cause God made noise work by design
	So it' s Divine and not by chance
	That you can make a hot track and do a little dance
	And write a little rhyme
	Ain' t that crazy?
	Words whose sounds match that stimulate the mind
	And what if you can write a verse?
	How you paying homage to music' s Maker with punchlines of curse?
	And the stanza' s that modern man does are full of vanity, vulgarity and
	propaganda
	But I guess that' s this age
	We Thugs and Fools
	We even stick God up and saying, " Run the jewels!"
	But God ain' t the type to lay down flat
	And put His hand behind His head and turn His back
	He' s the type to look right back down your pipe
	And see the Cross in the crosshairs of your site
	And be like, " Oh you sticking me up? No you not
	I' m loaning you my stuff, but you on the clock
	And when that last tictocks, I' m coming to your block
	To see what you did with my Son and with my HipHop!"
	So woe to all men who have abused the craft
	With unjustified math and filthy cash
	" Will a man rob God?" No indeed
	But that' s the sin and attempt of HipHopcracy

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