Hip-Hop (RBG mix) ​dead prez

You are listening to the sounds of the RBGs, Turn Off The Radio, tune your
Frequency. This is DPz nigga, Revolutionary But Gangsta, holla black!

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!