HHQ 2 (Hip Hop Quotables Remix)

[Verse One] Hip hop is like a second nature Ever since utensils and papers Skills was never rated over dollar signs and money makers Players to player haters, hip hop was never negative Battling competitive, forget drugs and spit led to live In the rap game, yo underline this, the rap game Brothers converted to the crack game Actual facts change [?] into a cat's game Nobody excells without showing skills Instead of [?] to sex sells The culture should never be taken over with Limited objects The mind is infinite With context, high class to projects No limitation No matter what landscape you're placed in Problem you're facing from smooth to sticky situations I strive to move to the high rise, using my gift Keep knowledge to lift me Above the clouds with God with me Hip hop is non stop the train of thought There's locomotive on tracks Authors promoting lyrics forever be quoted [Verse Two] Since my early ages I gain wisdom from the ancients Learn the science of life and mathematics of mic's through patience From concentrating on the rules and regulations That makes our moves obligations Smooth in the grooves that's laid in the foundation My thoughts are racing I'm chasing for some sort of explanation To why these illusions causing mass confusion across the nation Why we, for concentration, why drink, for relaxation The spiritual conscious could make me slip into a worldly meditation This track has been created from those that don't represent the essence These ignorant MC's who's mic's project unintelligence They roll with fellowships and do this ish for presidents What happened to exercising the right for rocking the mic with negligence? It's one thing to dress up for good impressions and being proud of your sexuality Another bragging and flashing, making records pornographically I hate to diss my reality Can't stand that we live fallacies And it seems the media helps the government control our mentality I'm battling for respect When I check it's to get the mic wet So if you not in this contest don't step unless you placing a bet Because the best that it get is what we bring to the game Rocking some sweats and kicks, athletically trained I want the fortune and fame but that ain't what makes you hip hop You use the art to make money while I make money through the art I do it from the heart and you're tape get no support in my deck These wack one's going platinum there'll be no more of that [Hook] What's the use of a dictionary, speak from the heart Or claim you're hardcore when you act too weak for the part Why do cats smack hoes and spit game that's senseless When you can lay back, drop facts and gain [?] So for the love of hip hop we keep our eyes to the sky This is the music that we're choosing to express what's inside The way we're dropping hip hop is like a natural high Just like beats, rhymes and life is hip hop until we die [Verse Three] It ain't about lyrics no more And it's not about beats These cats can feed you garbage and you'll eat it all week No regard for something unique The real never get love Cause you ain't heard us on the radio or seen us in the club Hungry out to get fed, yo the starving thoroughbred got a Craving for soul food but swallow words instead The college crowd throw parties, communicate through downing kegs If you stopped dimming your wit you could illuminate your head Assuming nature's dead And man only exists When disaster strikes, you can escape by downing fifths The blind can see the righteous and grip hard with arthritis So why is it so hard for you to become a quality writer? All of these biters got tracks in my food web calling me "Spider" So I eat an MC, figure that's what the god provide us I became an MC to express what's all inside us And I'll stay an MC till I become one of the livest [Verse Four: Invincible] The elements are universal So now everybody's writing rhymes But they're so far removed from where it started they hypothesis Emulated and simulate what mics is replicas All over opinionated like a letter to the editor A plethora of who America considers predators Don't take us serious like Debbie Gibson, "Call me Deborah." At a press conference Take us out of context Saying it spreads violence We just trying to show ya how to rhyme fresh Some seeking wealth and fortune through shameless self promotion Politic to get your get up out your ghetto scholarship I've got a high tolerance, it's all a part of it So pardon us if we come across as narcissists With attention span It's all protected when we enter jams Skeptics trying to get up on the guest list, no one's set to dance Arms crossed, knapsack like a runaway Mostly underage, oh well that's the bar's loss It's hard to get a club space to house hip hop crowds We might as well cover our mouths with duct tape Well I'ma rip it off and open up the flood gates My take on this is love/hate And I pray we never fade away like music on the dub plates [Hook]