
What If Grandmaster Flash (Ft. KRS-One)
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What if Hip Hop was never born, yo?
No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo
No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC
What would the state of dope world truly be?
No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise no DJ's cutting
No B-Boys, no B-Girls, No Grafitti, No nothing
If Hip Hop was never born? let me make this clear
Just the thought of it definitely brings me tears
It's not about a salery it's all about reality
And Hip Hop is the reality that creates all these saleries
HIP HOP, HIP HOP, HIP HOP
It's in the academies
Hauled from the streets of the hood every family
But what if Hip Hop didn't exist?
There wouldn't be this, there wouldn't be Chris
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either
There would only be tight jeans, tight suits and black sneakers
No Tango hats either, no bandana headdress, no TV's in the headrest
Who would be a big mess, trust me
Drew it, without rap I'd be saying this here in country music
We be no stars, imagine B-Boying over acoustic guitars
Not the sixteen bars
FEEL ME!
The art of sampling as well as cutting and scratching
It's all ours
But really think about it
FEEL ME!
No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo
No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC
What would the state of dope world truly be?
No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise no DJ's cutting
No B-Boys, no B-Girls, No Grafitti, No nothing
If Hip Hop was never born? let me make this clear
Just the thought of it definitely brings me tears
It's not about a salery it's all about reality
And Hip Hop is the reality that creates all these saleries
HIP HOP, HIP HOP, HIP HOP
It's in the academies
Hauled from the streets of the hood every family
But what if Hip Hop didn't exist?
There wouldn't be this, there wouldn't be Chris
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either
There would only be tight jeans, tight suits and black sneakers
No Tango hats either, no bandana headdress, no TV's in the headrest
Who would be a big mess, trust me
Drew it, without rap I'd be saying this here in country music
We be no stars, imagine B-Boying over acoustic guitars
Not the sixteen bars
FEEL ME!
The art of sampling as well as cutting and scratching
It's all ours
But really think about it
FEEL ME!
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