Paper, pen and crazy head, so take a guess
I need rap but not your feedback
Gotta wash all the sins I'm dealing with
So do the math: I'm here to learn my place
You're looking for the fame
I wish I knew Clay, You looking for the tapes
I need the truth, try more pair of shoes
You wanna do you, cool big excuse, big time
Crude solitude, not so cool, big smile
Gotta go pray the lord, Got to church Rap God
Hip Hop you the one I truly love
I can think be an artist, focus anger find a target
Now I'm crying in the chapel, Elvis Presley where's my path?
Holy shit I'm overwhelmed Feeling myself, Beyoncé
This is who I am, got respect for traditions
I don't live in no prison, I don't care of your millions
Just shut up and listen
What do I gotta do? I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go. It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
I'm looking at the present, I'm looking at the past
The ghosts are coming back, others never left
They claiming rap is dead, rap will never die
As long as words keep the power to surprise
It's the single power in the hands of the few
Now everybody looking for the next wave
What a shame, pick a name, glue the trends
Call it rap, call it trap, you think you in the game?
Well, you should think again
Rap is an art, is respect, is a lover
Getting horny by its sound and its colors
It's so sick, holy shit call the doctor
Can't you see it's for the goosebumps not the dollars
It's not about how much you sell babe
It's about people's spirit when you left the stage
Hey, hey gotta go, gotta gotta go, got the bow
Got the goose, killed the show, wow!
What do I gotta do? I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go. It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Say Hip Hop! (Hip Hop)
Say Hip Hop! (Hip Hop)
Gotta go, gotta go got the ghost, get the goose wow, wow, wow
Gotta go, gotta go got the ghost, get the goose wow, wow, wow
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Paper, pen and crazy head, so take a guess
I need rap but not your feedback
Gotta wash all the sins I'm dealing with
So do the math: I'm here to learn my place
You're looking for the fame
I wish I knew Clay, You looking for the tapes
I need the truth, try more pair of shoes
You wanna do you, cool big excuse, big time
Crude solitude, not so cool, big smile
Gotta go pray the lord, Got to church Rap God
Hip Hop you the one I truly love
I can think be an artist, focus anger find a target
Now I'm crying in the chapel, Elvis Presley where's my path?
Holy shit I'm overwhelmed Feeling myself, Beyoncé
This is who I am, got respect for traditions
I don't live in no prison, I don't care of your millions
Just shut up and listen
What do I gotta do? I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go. It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
I'm looking at the present, I'm looking at the past
The ghosts are coming back, others never left
They claiming rap is dead, rap will never die
As long as words keep the power to surprise
It's the single power in the hands of the few
Now everybody looking for the next wave
What a shame, pick a name, glue the trends
Call it rap, call it trap, you think you in the game?
Well, you should think again
Rap is an art, is respect, is a lover
Getting horny by its sound and its colors
It's so sick, holy shit call the doctor
Can't you see it's for the goosebumps not the dollars
It's not about how much you sell babe
It's about people's spirit when you left the stage
Hey, hey gotta go, gotta gotta go, got the bow
Got the goose, killed the show, wow!
What do I gotta do? I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go. It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Say Hip Hop! (Hip Hop)
Say Hip Hop! (Hip Hop)
Gotta go, gotta go got the ghost, get the goose wow, wow, wow
Gotta go, gotta go got the ghost, get the goose wow, wow, wow
I need rap but not your feedback
Gotta wash all the sins I'm dealing with
So do the math: I'm here to learn my place
You're looking for the fame
I wish I knew Clay, You looking for the tapes
I need the truth, try more pair of shoes
You wanna do you, cool big excuse, big time
Crude solitude, not so cool, big smile
Gotta go pray the lord, Got to church Rap God
Hip Hop you the one I truly love
I can think be an artist, focus anger find a target
Now I'm crying in the chapel, Elvis Presley where's my path?
Holy shit I'm overwhelmed Feeling myself, Beyoncé
This is who I am, got respect for traditions
I don't live in no prison, I don't care of your millions
Just shut up and listen
What do I gotta do? I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go. It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
I'm looking at the present, I'm looking at the past
The ghosts are coming back, others never left
They claiming rap is dead, rap will never die
As long as words keep the power to surprise
It's the single power in the hands of the few
Now everybody looking for the next wave
What a shame, pick a name, glue the trends
Call it rap, call it trap, you think you in the game?
Well, you should think again
Rap is an art, is respect, is a lover
Getting horny by its sound and its colors
It's so sick, holy shit call the doctor
Can't you see it's for the goosebumps not the dollars
It's not about how much you sell babe
It's about people's spirit when you left the stage
Hey, hey gotta go, gotta gotta go, got the bow
Got the goose, killed the show, wow!
What do I gotta do? I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
I gotta make it, I gotta talk about
It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go. It's your turn, go. Let it roll, go
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Say Hip Hop! (Hip Hop)
Say Hip Hop! (Hip Hop)
Gotta go, gotta go got the ghost, get the goose wow, wow, wow
Gotta go, gotta go got the ghost, get the goose wow, wow, wow
Writer: Caterina Molinelli
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid