9th Wonder - Hip Hop Is Here lyrics

[Verse] I do this for the realest, bright lights [?] Those who really know what my life's like [?] a**urance Hoes who get hype off the ice [?] appearance The [?] who got sniped lost the fight right where the cure was [?] made you n***as frontin', today my n***as huntin' [?] guaranteed the fetus, babies in the stomach The government's got us lost, won't reveal the shooter [?] Behold a Pale Horse [?] William Cooper The government's got us lost, won't reveal the shooter [?] Behold a Pale Horse [?] William Cooper The OG [?] in and out Alphabet's locked in a pen, know what this pen about I'm lounging for now like I sit on your mom's rented couch Dress you up nice, let me bring these lyrical linens out I'm that dude when I pen a feelin' I write d** on the roof of my room, I call that penicillin n***as like "How could he say that?!" My birthday ain't a month before June, but need that Maybach [?] a simple price to pay though Flow born in water [?] ice and Yayo And towards that, but should I charge four stacks [?] on em', that Grand Concourse rap I hustle sour and purp for a purpose Not on purpose, no one's perfect I'm tryna feed my kids, put bread in my wife's purses You put it all together, ten [?] nine purchased The last one is on the rate you pay Cause' Hell's hot, the mailbox, [?] sells pot, no Rachael Ray And I'm careful, I watch moves Hometown, Bloomberg gone now, he's [?] Dude, I'm just tryna speed up my slow dough Neighbors get jealous, they wanna bring up the photo I'm livin' in the game where the promises is a no-no' And dealin' with the pain that Obama is just a logo You don't believe us? When Papa John call Them Dominoes fall and coming for a pizza at Caesar So I know they coming for this head, pause Got that [?] flow, no South Pole or bear paws I rock Pumas, stocks flock to us Jewelry so cold even the watch got boogers Think I'm the mane selling 'cain to the pushes? I'm grinding behind the fame just to blame it on the Bushes There's pain through these woofers, I rain on you s**ers Aw man, this armband got clusters My heart's bland, got dark plans for busters I charge man a large hand of mustard Bronx, we all in, you think I got a sick army? I'm calling Mitt Romney, more men The raw pen, saying lines more than one time? You dumb f**, look it up, find the punchline You see I'm way authentic, fake G's Plainly thank me, ain't [?], just the way I pen it Reef Hustle back to business on the average Y'all playin', I'm displayin' my sermon to the parish [?] through the ghettos of America, they snortin' My son want [?] right now? Not important But what I call it ain't "The Land of The Poorest" But instead "With no bread you end up dead in a forest" Why should I give a f** about his feelings? I need to make a million on [?] and Hank Williams We aware, watch your kid drop tears Let these motherf**ers know that Hip Hop's here We aware, watch your kid drop tears Let these motherf**ers know that Hip Hop's here