One Four Love (Pt. 1) Hip Hop for Respect (Ft. Common, Kool G Rap, Pharoahe Monch, Posdnuos, Rah Digga, Shabaam Sahdeeq, Sporty Thievz, Talib Kweli & Yasiin Bey)
[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Yo, we sent out the signal right?
And this is what happened
The voice of Hip Hop got heard
Never compromised
This is how we put it down, c'mon!
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Throughout my thug life, I've seen the most trife
Like toast lightin' over the role of dice
Flash your whole life when killers on a heist
Sold them tight, get poltergeisted over the bowl of Christ
Who pulled the slice from cats aiming gats at shoulder height
Told you, right? G be the one that come and hold the mic
And aim it at the whole vice squad that's out patrolling nights
Rollin' like every prototype [*nigga*] was Dolemite
One man be cold as ice
Inside his gun hand, he holds for life
[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
This for those who pose in they grave
Waitin' for they peace when the law misbehave
I say we fall deep, watch 'em walk the beat
Like, "You can't cross streets"—make 'em all retreat
(Now) Judges and the jury be a little too acquainted
Ending up defendants when we 'sposed to be the plaintiffs
Laugh now, 'cause soon the thrill stops
When heads get it on and start to kill cops
Yo, we sent out the signal right?
And this is what happened
The voice of Hip Hop got heard
Never compromised
This is how we put it down, c'mon!
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Throughout my thug life, I've seen the most trife
Like toast lightin' over the role of dice
Flash your whole life when killers on a heist
Sold them tight, get poltergeisted over the bowl of Christ
Who pulled the slice from cats aiming gats at shoulder height
Told you, right? G be the one that come and hold the mic
And aim it at the whole vice squad that's out patrolling nights
Rollin' like every prototype [*nigga*] was Dolemite
One man be cold as ice
Inside his gun hand, he holds for life
[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
This for those who pose in they grave
Waitin' for they peace when the law misbehave
I say we fall deep, watch 'em walk the beat
Like, "You can't cross streets"—make 'em all retreat
(Now) Judges and the jury be a little too acquainted
Ending up defendants when we 'sposed to be the plaintiffs
Laugh now, 'cause soon the thrill stops
When heads get it on and start to kill cops
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