Hip-hop (remix) lyrics

Artist  : Dead Prez 
Song : Hip-hop (remix)



 Send "Hip-hop (remix)" Ringtone to your Cell 

 You are listening to the sounds of the RBGs, Turn
Off The Radio, tune your

frequency.  This is DPz nigga, Revolutionary But
Gangsta, holla back!



Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop

(Come again...break them chains, come on!)

Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop

(Break them chains, come on!)



Who shot 2Pac?  If we don't get them they gon get
us all

I'm down for runnin up on them crackas in the
City Hall

We ride for yall, all my dogs stay real

nigga don't think these record deals gon feed
your seeds and pay your bills

because they not

Emcees get a little bit a lovin think they
hot

Talkin bout how much money they got, nigga all
your records sound the same

I'm sick of that fake thug R&B rap scenario
all day on the radio

Same scenes in the video, monotonous material,
yall don't here me though

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and signed and still be
writing rhymes and broke

You rather have a Lexus? or justice?

a dream or some substance?

a Beamer a necklace or freedom?

 See a nigga like me don't playa hate, I just
stay awake it's real hip hop

and it don't stop till we get these crackers off
out block!  (C'mon)



We be DP RBG for life, TURN OFF THE RADIO!

The revolution won't be televised, TURN OFF THAT
BULLSHIT!

We be DP RBG for life, TURN OFF THE RADIO!



One thing bout music when it hit you feel no
pain

white folks take control of your brain, I know
better than that

that's game and we ready for that

Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who
got the gat?

 And where my army at?

Rather attack and not react

back to beats it don't reflect on how many
records get sold

on sex drugs and rock-n-roll

whether your projects' put on hold

In the real world, it's just people with
ideas

They just like me and you when the smoke and
camera disappear

 Again the real world

it's bigger than all these fake-ass records

When po' folks got the millions and my sisters'
disrespected

If you "Check 1-2" my word of advise to
you is just relax

 Just do what you got to do, if that don't work
then kick the facts

If you a fighter, ryder, biter, flame-ignitor,
crowd-exciter, Or you wanna

jus' get high, then just say it

But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire,
wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire I'm

gon' know it when I play it

It's bigger than..



Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (We be DP RBG for life)
TURN OFF THE RADIO!

Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (the revolution won't be
televised) TURN OFF THAT

BULLSHIT!

 Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (We be DP RBG for life)
TURN OFF THE RADIO!

 The revolution won't be televised  TURN OFF THE
RADIO!



My neck...my back...they put a noose on my neck
and whips on my back!

My neck...my back...you got a tie around your
neck but they breakin your back!

My neck...my back...they put a noose on my neck
and whips on my back!

My neck...my back...and if you got BLING on your
neck you better watch your back!



Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop..

(nigga it's bigga then) Hip-Hop Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop..

(it's still bigga then)Hip-Hop Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop..

(nigga it's bigga then) Hip-Hop Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop...TURN OFF THE RADIO!



Word up!  Eyes open fist clenched.  Dare to
struggle dare to win

Goin out to all the ryders

RBG love, that's Revolutionary But Gangsta!

Word up!  My whole team!  (???), D-Don, 

Stik Daddy Dolla$, Maintain hold strong!

Fred Hampton, Jr., we got they eyes on them

We know they got they eyes on you, word up,
everybody doin time

Minimum, medium...maximum, super maximum security
concentration camps

All the ryders we right there with you!  

RBG LOVE!  It's goin out like that!

Everybody, push that middle finger up in the
air

to George Bush if you know what time it is!

Yeah!  Turn off the motherfuckin radio!