Текст (слова) песни: RJD2 f Jakki Da Mota Mouth - F.H.H.

[Chorus]
Keep tryna keep it real by keepin` it raw
While half of y`all still be keepin` it flaw
And all the real heads scream "FUCK HIP HOP!"
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who`s that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It`s Mota mouth (who?), it`s Mota mouth baby, it`s Mota mouth

[Verse 1]
Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats
So it don`t sound like another brother`s rap
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren`t able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got
Reason I`m hot, there`s no other raw season of pot
While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun
Not following rules, swallowing crews
Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps
To all you fake dictionary emcees, get off that
Half of y`all don`t understand your own rhymes and soft batch(?)
They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street
Take away their dope beat, let `em rhyme and they weak
And the mic can be a decieving device
Muffle your rhymes so they ain`t clear and concise
Have niggas thinking you nice
With battle I`ll crack all your gear and all your wack raps
You can`t be saved by your babbling or your backpack
Doing it for the love is great but you fake
And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping
For some clown they don`t understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he`s hip-hop
Y`all convincing me that most of y`all are brainwashed
Dug(?) in old hip-hop history
Some cats are crap without their tracks `cause they weak
I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit
When even they family got a tape and they won`t open the shit
I got a big mouth and I ain`t scared to use it
One person`s keystyle(?) allows everyone to abuse it
So what the fuck is your definition of underground?
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound
Well I ain`t part of that, I`m tired of rapper`s garbage
I`m the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit
And I can take a nigga out regardless
You can bring your hardest artists and I`ll make `em heartless
Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends(?) for
Don`t fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboards
Just `cause lazy niggas use recognisable material
Don`t mean the dope samples are not original
`Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren`t that original, lets face facts
That shit was overused in the G-funk era
Don`t give me that excuse, real emcees want better
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme `cause they the suffix
Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts
You bragging `bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap
What you angry for, and acting all tense
If you innocent be cool, only the guilty`s catching offense

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: RJD2 f Jakki Da Mota Mouth - F.H.H. [Chorus] Keep tryna keep it real by keepin` it raw While half of y`all still be keepin` it flaw And all the real heads scream "FUCK HIP HOP!" Until this mediocre bullshit stops Drug fiends let me show you the route Who`s that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house? It`s Mota mouth (who?), it`s Mota mouth baby, it`s Mota mouth [Verse 1] Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats So it don`t sound like another brother`s rap I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren`t able to bite What I bring to the table is height Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got Reason I`m hot, there`s no other raw season of pot While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101 Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun Not following rules, swallowing crews Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps To all you fake dictionary emcees, get off that Half of y`all don`t understand your own rhymes and soft batch(?) They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street Take away their dope beat, let `em rhyme and they weak And the mic can be a decieving device Muffle your rhymes so they ain`t clear and concise Have niggas thinking you nice With battle I`ll crack all your gear and all your wack raps You can`t be saved by your babbling or your backpack Doing it for the love is great but you fake And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make [Chorus] [Verse 2] Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping For some clown they don`t understand Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he`s hip-hop Y`all convincing me that most of y`all are brainwashed Dug(?) in old hip-hop history Some cats are crap without their tracks `cause they weak I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit When even they family got a tape and they won`t open the shit I got a big mouth and I ain`t scared to use it One person`s keystyle(?) allows everyone to abuse it So what the fuck is your definition of underground? Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound Well I ain`t part of that, I`m tired of rapper`s garbage I`m the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit And I can take a nigga out regardless You can bring your hardest artists and I`ll make `em heartless Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends(?) for Don`t fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboards Just `cause lazy niggas use recognisable material Don`t mean the dope samples are not original `Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks Keyboard beats aren`t that original, lets face facts That shit was overused in the G-funk era Don`t give me that excuse, real emcees want better You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder Like kids who think they words rhyme `cause they the suffix Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts You bragging `bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap What you angry for, and acting all tense If you innocent be cool, only the guilty`s catching offense [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни F.H.H.: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/10995.html Все тексты песен: RJD2 f Jakki Da Mota Mouth » RJD2 f Jakki Da Mota Mouth - F.H.H. Рекомендуем скачать: » Michael Penn - Trampoline » moltheni - il circuito affascinante \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc television - golden girls \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Martin L. Gore - Oh My Love » michael george - They Wont Go When I Go » Missy `Misdemeanor` Elliott f Ginuwine, - Take Away (Remix) » Muzion f Jakob Devalier of Kassav - Men Malad Yo! » Martina Mcbride - Still Holdin On » Mae - Tisbury Lane » mattea kathy - Come From The Heart » Moody Blues - The Afternoon: Forever Afternoon (Tuesday?) » Madsen - Die Perfektion » Mary Black - Katie » Mordecai - Infinity Of Creation » mott the hoople - sweet angeline \| guitar chord и Mp3 » michael and company - keep on smiling \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Manhattan Transfer - The Further Adventures Of Tubby The Tuba » molly hatchet - Big Apple » Motley Crue - Hell On High Heels » mango don - southern comfort \| guitar chord и Mp3
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