F.h.h. lyrics

Artist  : Rjd2 
Song : F.h.h.



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  feat. Jakki Da Mota Mouth

[Chorus]
Keep tryna keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'F**K HIP HOP!'
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who's that motherf**ker still keepin the dope in
the house?
It's Mota mouth (who?), it's Mota mouth baby,
it's Mota mouth

[Verse 1]
Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from
other cats
So it don't sound like another brother's rap
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren't
able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got
Reason I'm hot, there's no other raw season of
pot
While most motherf**kers follow the guidelines
and hit by 101
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun
Not following rules, swallowing crews
Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their
soft raps
To all you fake dictionary emcees, get off that
Half of y'all don't understand your own rhymes
and soft batch(?)
They straight at open mics, we put them out on
the street
Take away their dope beat, let 'em rhyme and they
weak
And the mic can be a decieving device
Muffle your rhymes so they ain't clear and
concise
Have niggas thinking you nice
With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your
wack raps
You can't be saved by your babbling or your
backpack
Doing it for the love is great but you fake
And putting your sh*t out is a mistake nobody
wants to make

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody
clapping
For some clown they don't understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they
believe he's hip-hop
 
Y'all convincing me that most of y'all are
brainwashed
Dug(?) in old hip-hop history
Some cats are crap without their tracks 'cause
they weak
I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the
beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they
spit
When even they family got a tape and they won't
open the shit
I got a big mouth and I ain't scared to use it
One person's keystyle(?) allows everyone to abuse
it
So what the f**k is your definition of
underground?
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the
sound
Well I ain't part of that, I'm tired of rapper's
garbage
I'm the part of the underground who only feels
the raw shit
And I can take a nigga out regardless
You can bring your hardest artists and I'll make
'em heartless
Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically
wack
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends(?)
for
Don't f**k around with me, if you can only f**k
with keyboards
Just 'cause lazy niggas use recognisable material
Don't mean the dope samples are not original
'Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren't that original, lets face
facts
That sh*t was overused in the G-funk era
Don't give me that excuse, real emcees want
better
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with
murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme 'cause they
the suffix
Must bit*h niggas be fragile with facts
You bragging 'bout who you battled, but who you
battled was crap
What you angry for, and acting all tense
If you innocent be cool, only the guilty's
catching offense

[Chorus]