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Carry On Tradition [Clean]
作词:Nasir Jones, Scott Storch
Yeah, **** want to talk about this rap **** **** want to talk about this money About these cars, these homes These labels, clothes, sneakers, big money shit Now everybody tryin' to get rich Now get rich
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads When they speak, you see missin' teeth, silver chain with a silver piece **** your grandfather's age, they pants still hangin' down they legs Talkin' about they ain't paid
And they hate you, 'cause they say, you ain't pay dues And was stealin' and robbin' them I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died
Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost It's 'cause we can't see ourselves as the boss Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred The Jewish stick together, friends in high places
We on some low level **** We don't want **** to ever win, see, everybody got a label Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal It's **** up, it all started from two turntables
When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition Carry on tradition, carry on tradition Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry on tradition When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition
Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards Wit their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest
Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode Do anythin' to get in the game, mixtapes, you spit hate Against bosses, hungry **** are moraless
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists ****, I coulda wrote your **** I had off-time, was bored wit this, I coulda made my double-LP Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus
Still came five on the charts with zero audience The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage **** Y'all got awards for your bricks, it got good to ya You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits? What?
When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition Carry on tradition, carry on tradition Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry on tradition When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition
Now **** got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us The live-in-the-park sound, versus the studio state of art sound We on the charts now
From British Walkers and Argyles Look at us rap stars now, wit our black cars now Fortune 500 listed, brunches, sip Cipriani's Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me
Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up Because I'm what, every dime lust We used to be a ghetto secret, can't make my mind up If I want that or the whole world to peep it
Now carry on tradition **** a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin' Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em I promise I carry on tradition
When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition Carry on tradition, carry on tradition Carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry on tradition When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition
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