Maestro Fresh-Wes - Hard to Be Hip Hop Lyrics
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Hard to Be Hip Hop
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What Are The Lyrics For Hard to Be Hip Hop By Maestro Fresh-Wes?
(I love it)
(I love it) (I love it) (Yeah, yeah) Yo Class, how you doin' Dunn? I'm back in the 'fax (yeah) I'm takin' time off from the act and I got to relax I need a new beat Yo, Fresh 'tro I got a few treats (uh) You been up in this city long? Nah, only two weeks Cool, well, I'm sorry about the weather (uh) It's been raining all week, I hope it gets a little better Either way Class listen (what?), I got a ill vision About a song I'm workin' on, you think you got the right rhythm? Man come on, you know I got some shit that'll break your neck I used up what I want but you can take what's left Oh, don't give me bullshit dog, you know I blaze the set You know you got somethin' saved for Wes I got a ill concept, (hip hop) How I paid the real line debt since (what?) 1987, I've been reppin' on the cyphers and the sessions And I'll still be gettin' stress on the block (yeah) You know it's hard to be hip-hop And ain't nobody stayin' real (uh) It don't pay bills when you showcase skill (uh) Ain't nobody living off of doin' windmills Or painting train rails, that's real (that's real) It's hard to be hip hop (I love it) (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop It's hard to be hip hop (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop But we got to be hip hop (I love it) I got no gas and grill, so my raps ain't real (yeah) Cause I don't pack steal, do my tracks appeal? And to the mass appeal, watch how fast they fail Yeah I'm hip hop son until my casket's sealed It's hard in a culture when the fans are fickled Understand my issue, your own man'll diss you One minute your whack and then your jam's official Yeah, and then they switch again So bottles or cans'll hit you First they loved LL And then they hated him And then they loved him again Then they degraded him So lately, basically, I don't know if I can play to win Survival of the fittest, let me see what kind of shape I'm in Yo 'stro, when I was younger like nineteen (uh) I could spend all day writin' rhyme schemes (uh) Spittin' freestyle or cypher in the streets But now I got responsibilities Yo, it's hard to be hip hop (I love it) (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop It's hard to be hip hop (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop But we got to be hip hop (I love it) "No, this is not an illusion" "Y'all can't carry on" "Real hip hop!" "No, this is not an illusion" "No rest for nothin', nothin' less" "No, this is not an illusion" "Y'all can't carry" "Real hip hop!" "No, this is not an illusion" "No rest for nothin', nothin' less" (nothin' less, nothin' less) Cats are killin' me Luke Thinkin' life's like a video shoot They ain't spittin' the truth True, I got a similar view (uh huh) But I guess that's the damage the industry do I'm twenty-eight, unemployed (uh), a grown ass man (uh) Still tryin' to rap with no fall back plan Go all out fam, you got nothin' to lose (uh huh, yeah) Cause only to yourself, you got somethin' to prove Yeah, we got to be hip-hop, it's all that we know Lace up the Shell Toe 'stro? Yo, on with the show (on with the show) Get the drum track goin' dirty? Yeah, enough small talk But whatever you drop, keep it hard And it's got to be hip hop It's got to be hip hop (I love it) Got to be hip hop (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop It's hard to be hip hop (I love it) You know it's hard to be hip hop But we got to be hip hop (I love it) Got to be hip hop (I love it) (I love it) (I love it) (I love it) |
Who Wrote Hard to Be Hip Hop By Maestro Fresh-Wes?
Brian Arthur Pelrine, Lucas Boyd, Wesley St. Aubyn Williams
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What's The Duration Of The Hard to Be Hip Hop By Maestro Fresh-Wes?The duration of Hard to Be Hip Hop is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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