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letra de searching for hip hop - fran tik

[verse 1: og riffs]
can someone break it down for me quick i need some closure
whatever happened to biggie and hova
whatever happened to the thug life intellect
all i hear is f-ck boy music on the internet
i remember when boom-boxes pounded tunes
now it’s 808s i need more kids, i’m quite confused
when did we sell our soul?
when did the devil and the fiend and convince kids to squeeze into skinny jeans?
i’ve always wondered what’d happen if rapper was rapid
instead of silly b-st-rds actin’ over active
poppin’ e an’ acid an’ heatin’ the booth
started spittin’ out the falsities like they forgot the truth
can someone tell me why the f-ck do they act stupid
i know they go combine the fool but why the mask to it
they ain’t trickin’ someone with the smoke of all the tricks
i’m tryna dig deep, penetrate the heart with it

[hook: 2gunz]
how did it all go wrong
from fred astaire to the stage always tryna make the fast money
it’s been so long
it’s time to take it back to the old tracks, ’cause hip hop is where it is at

how did it all go wrong
from fred astaire to the stage always tryna make the fast money
it’s been so long
it’s time to take it back to the old tracks, ’cause hip hop is where it is at

[verse 2: murdoc faceless]
return of the lone wolf, roamin’ up in your hood
either making the change or really up to no good
hip hop misunderstood, it’s been known for a while
crack the egg, the psychology of what’s in front you now
tems with high heels, wearing skirts for a thrill
rather catch me in charge pistol whipping you with steel
knuckle down, f-cking clown, tryna change up the frequency, what she means to me, much more than you will ever see
hip hop. that’s who i’m talkin’ ’bout
in the alternate life, i’ll be dead or servin’ life
from a life of crimes, strapped with nines, movin’ drugs, mandatory, had to lose my best friend to understand the story
everything they told me, never thought it’ be like this
now i’m sittin’ p-ssed wonderin’ where the feelin’ went
i can’t explain the change we goin’ through, but somebody got some mother-f-ckin’ explainin’ to do

how did it all go wrong
from fred astaire to the stage always tryna make the fast money
it’s been so long
it’s time to take it back to the old tracks, ’cause hip hop is where it is at

[verse 3: 2gunz]
y’all bow-down to the death of the culture
but it’s still runnin’ hot somewhere in the corner
it’s only weird as y’all cats cast out the spotlight
(yo) and let the (yo) underground hiiiiiiiiii’-

i remember rockin’ the fresh prince and jazzy jeff
phonics screamin’ “back the f-ck up” and there was das ‘fx
crustafied slim shot up little baby $am
back when drake and little wayne were just little-bitty kids
i was dumbin’ out to wu-tang protecting my f-ckin’ neck
and back then you had to be as gully as you could get
if you wasn’t spittin’ heat you couldn’t get no respect
call yourself an mc you must be ready to write
a microphone was sacred in the golden age
what you hold an’ say is gold, to the sacrifice who slowly paid low
so you think you made dough, but it’s only fake
radio promotes the abominations, the unholy snake
confusing a generation, erasing the history
no remuneration until it’s left it’s a mystery
dumbin’ down the nation, i take as a personal diss to me
so i’ll say “f-ck the future rap” and let you all get p-ssed at me

how did it all go wrong
from fred astaire to the stage always tryna make the fast money
it’s been so long
it’s time to take it back to the old tracks, ’cause hip hop is where it is at

- fran tik

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