We all grew up with it
Hip-hop was underground until the day you blew up with it
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We all grew up with it
Hip-hop was underground until the day it blew up with it
More than a few were critics, they said it’d never make it
That was before the monetary gave a revelation
Now it’s on every station, on every chart and playlist
And every artist charting heavy on your namer’s A-list
Far from the way we made it, from music to mutation
Got all the legend’s heart breaking, you say that they hatin’
They hate you killed the craft, they bet you feel the wrath
Of history ‘cause in the end only the real will last
Guerrilla marketing marketing your gorilla ass
As they replace the selector for some silly ass commentator
I guess I’m the hater, tired of the 808ers
So I put that on hiatus, flipping through the stations
Was missing new creations, I started losing my patience
Thought 'What can I do to change it?'
Nothing, I’ll just replace it
Got tired of the devil shit they labelin’ entertainment
Assault on education and spiritual-minded thinking
And they talk more, plus these rappers are boring
So I cut it off for freedom, got me a aux cord