[Intro: Talib Kweli]
We do not (Under no circumstances) live for hip-hop
Hip-hop, it lives for us
We don't live for hip-hop (Uh, uh)
Hip-hop (Yeah), it lives for us
We don't (Uh) live for hip-hop
Hip-hop (Yeah), it lives for us
We don't live for hip-hop
Hip-hop, it lives for us
We don't (Uh) live for hip-hop
Hip-hop (C'mon), it lives for us
We don't live for hip-hop
Hip-hop (Yo), it lives for us
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro'
Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go
Before this here blow like a volcano
We get eternal, this is what you waitin' for
You try to front and play the role
When you more like a pimp who pay the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of hip-hop to that shit they drop on the radio
Underground classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, 'cause they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow
We still gon' blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo
We all got babies, so we embrace the taste of dough
But y'all already know, so I ain't gotta say no mo'
We do not (Under no circumstances) live for hip-hop
Hip-hop, it lives for us
We don't live for hip-hop (Uh, uh)
Hip-hop (Yeah), it lives for us
We don't (Uh) live for hip-hop
Hip-hop (Yeah), it lives for us
We don't live for hip-hop
Hip-hop, it lives for us
We don't (Uh) live for hip-hop
Hip-hop (C'mon), it lives for us
We don't live for hip-hop
Hip-hop (Yo), it lives for us
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro'
Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go
Before this here blow like a volcano
We get eternal, this is what you waitin' for
You try to front and play the role
When you more like a pimp who pay the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of hip-hop to that shit they drop on the radio
Underground classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, 'cause they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow
We still gon' blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo
We all got babies, so we embrace the taste of dough
But y'all already know, so I ain't gotta say no mo'
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