Yasiin Bey - Hip Hop lyrics

[Intro] You say "one for the treble, two for the time" Come on, y'all, let's rock this! You say "one for the treble, two for the time" Come on! Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape Now let it fall, (huh!) [Verse 1] My restlessness is my nemesis It's hard to really chill and sit still Committed to page, I write a rhyme Sometimes won't finish for days Scrutinize my literature from the large to the miniature I mathematically administer Subtract the wack Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that From the core to the perimeter black You know the motto Stay fluid even in staccato Full blooded, full throttle Breathe deep inside the drum hollow There's the hum, young man where you from Brooklyn number one Native son, speaking in the native tongue I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is) While you still tryin to find where it is I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies Violently, silently Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse Embrace the ba** with my dark ink fingertips Used to speak the King's En-g-lish But caught a rash on my lips So now my chat just like dis Long range from the base-line (swish) Move like an apparition Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-POW) Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape Putting food on your plate Many crews can relate Who choosing your fate (yo) We went from picking cotton To chain gang line chopping To Be-Bopping, to Hip-Hopping Blues people got the blue chip stock option Invisible man, got the whole world watching (where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west All over your map I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop Where you can either get paid or get shot When your product in stock The fair-weather friends flock When your chart position drop Then the phone calls.... Chill for a minute Let's see who else hot Snatch your shelf spot Don't gas yourself ock The industry just a better built cell block A long way from the shell tops And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...) [Scratching] Hip Hop is prosecution evidence An out of court settlement Ad space for liquor Sick without benefits (hungh!) Luxury tenements choking the skyline It's low life getting tree-top high It is a back water remedy Bitter and tender memory A cla** E felony Facing the d**h penalty (hungh!) Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive Violently competitive, a school unaccredited The break beats you get broken with On time and inappropriate Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it Medicine for loneliness Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy Propers to B-Boys getting busy The war-time snap shot The working man's jack-pot A two dollar snack box Sold beneath the crack spot Olympic sponsor of the black Glock Gold medalist in the back shot From the sovereign state of the have-nots Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo) It's all-city like Phase 2 Hip Hop will simply amaze you Praise you, pay you Do whatever you say do But black, it can't save you