Samy Birnbach
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Israeli-Belgian DJ and vocalist and former fr… Read Full Bio ↴Samy Birnbach
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Israeli-Belgian DJ and vocalist and former frontman of Minimal Compact founded in 1981 in Tel Aviv, Responsible for compiling the Freezone series on SSR Records. The band eventually relocated to Brussels, Belgium, where they had an impact on the Freestyle scene of the late-eighties until the band disbanded in 1988. In the early nineties he revamped his career as DJ Morpheus. He also had a radio show on Radio Crystal in Belgium.

Hip Hop
DJ Morpheus Lyrics

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[Kriminul]
For real hip hop niggaz..
J.I.G. Mastas..

For days on I hear the same song sayin' nothin new
I'm in the cunt gettin' my blaze on tryin' to stay to I face you
We at the next level you tryin' to find that each and every day
It's gettin hard for you to grasp my speech

The class I teach
Make you cram to understand lyrics so dope
They oughta cut me up in grams touchin' my hand
Before me and my man rushes to jam, crushing why'clan
No time for you to execute your plan next to shoot a man
Or so you say forget the drama causin' rap
You still got news to pay bitches and [???]
Around the way in army fatigues
The way you mislead the public
Frontin' like you rough and rugged, hold up
I ask myself, 'is that mad nice?'
I like the way he grip the mic device, is he worth the price?
Most times I can't see his skills, it's microscopic
y'all niggaz ain't makin music son, ya need to stop it

The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real [Hip-hop!]
Let you know that we only flow to real [Hip-hop!]
It's the norm that we perform rugged [Hip-hop!]
G-thumpin, [Hip-hop!] party jumpin' [Hip-hop!]

I see treasures, beyond the material
Cause the luxuries don't measure up to me
Maybe enough to me
The way I feel this salvation truly divine
When I intertwine like vine
My lyrics to these basslines
Know that, I quest to live big willy
Fuck the phillies, roll up the fonta [?]
And vocally I haunt ya, Kriminul I stick you up
For your mental in a minute while I'm in it
Fill it with lyrics, till it reach the limit
No gimmicks, causes wrath, man it's real and I feel
I'm like Medusa, take one look at me and niggaz stand still
the blast still switches be all out for riches and bitches and flies
Witches on broomsticks whenever my toolkits
Consume kid, all walks of life, talks of trife
[???] schemes, we'll put you in the land of permanent dreams

The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real [Hip-hop!]
Let you know that we only flow to real [Hip-hop!]
It's the norm that we perform rugged [Hip-hop!]
G-thumpin, [Hip-hop!] party jumpin' [Hip-hop!]

I do this for niggaz true to this
Before haters would use their fists, fuck the foolishness
With blasts that expand just like a uterus
Your hollow team'll get yolked up like Halloween
J.I.G's drop tombs[?] on tracks to make the other seem mediocre
Misrepresent the culture? Never
Sever the heads of competition, sport it like a treasure
y'all better recognize like familiar family members
What's that? You'se frontin hard but in your heart you know you tender
Slender, the chance of you slidin' by fakin' jacks
East, west, north south son, no matter where you at
Here to strap, it's bound to rock knots like Bon Jovi
Beyond keepin' it real, so motherfuck the foley
Run up on me, get hit with rhymes deep like grave diggers
In rap, we like the EMS: We come and save niggaz

The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real [Hip-hop!]
Let you know that we only flow to real [Hip-hop!]

It's the norm that we perform rugged [Hip-hop!]
G-thumpin, [Hip-hop!] party jumpin' [Hip-hop!]

Overall Meaning

The song "Hip Hop" by DJ Morpheus featuring Kriminul and J.I.G. Mastas is a spirited rant on the state of the hip hop genre. The lyrics express dissatisfaction with the lack of originality and substance in contemporary hip hop music. The verses are delivered with a fast-paced flow that emphasizes the technical mastery of the MCs. The lyrics encourage listeners to seek out real hip hop, and to reject the shallow commercialized version of the genre that dominates the airwaves.

The verses suggest that the true essence of hip hop lies in its ability to articulate complex ideas and perspectives with intelligence, passion, and authenticity. The lyrics also assert that hip hop should be a vehicle for social consciousness and political activism, and that it should prioritize substance over style. The chorus reinforces these ideas, emphasizing the importance of real hip hop, and the need to preserve and promote its original spirit.

Overall, the song is a powerful tribute to the transformative power of hip hop as an art form and a cultural phenomenon. It expresses a deep appreciation for the history and evolution of the genre, while also articulating a clear vision for its continued relevance and impact in contemporary society.

Line by Line Meaning

For days on I hear the same song sayin' nothin new
I've been hearing the same uninspired music for days

I'm in the cunt gettin' my blaze on tryin' to stay to I face you
I'm smoking weed and getting high to deal with the stress of hearing the same music

We at the next level you tryin' to find that each and every day
We're already ahead and you're struggling to catch up

It's gettin hard for you to grasp my speech
You're having trouble understanding my lyrics

The class I teach Make you cram to understand lyrics so dope
My lyrics are so good that you have to put in effort to understand them

No time for you to execute your plan next to shoot a man
I don't have time for violence in the rap industry

I ask myself, 'is that mad nice?' I like the way he grip the mic device, is he worth the price?
I'm questioning if other rappers are as good or deserving of the attention they receive

Most times I can't see his skills, it's microscopic
Most rappers don't measure up in terms of skill

y'all niggaz ain't makin music son, ya need to stop it
Most rappers aren't making good music and should stop

I see treasures, beyond the material Cause the luxuries don't measure up to me
I value non-material things more than the luxuries of life

Maybe enough to me The way I feel this salvation truly divine
I feel spiritual salvation from my music

When I intertwine like vine My lyrics to these basslines
My lyrics and basslines come together perfectly like vines

Know that, I quest to live big willy Fuck the phillies, roll up the fonta
I want to live a luxurious lifestyle and smoke high-quality weed

And vocally I haunt ya, Kriminul I stick you up For your mental in a minute while I'm in it
I'll capture your imagination with my vocal skills and take control of your mind

Fill it with lyrics, till it reach the limit No gimmicks, causes wrath, man it's real and I feel
I fill my music with lyrics until it's perfect, no gimmicks, just raw emotion

J.I.G's drop tombs on tracks to make the other seem mediocre
My group drops such good music that other rappers seem average in comparison

Misrepresent the culture? Never Sever the heads of competition, sport it like a treasure
I won't let anyone misrepresent the rap culture and will defeat my competitors with my skill

y'all better recognize like familiar family members What's that? You'se frontin hard but in your heart you know you tender
You should recognize my talent like you would a close family member, and stop pretending to be tough when you know you're not

Here to strap, it's bound to rock knots like Bon Jovi Beyond keepin' it real, so motherfuck the foley
We're here to make good music that'll rock the audience, not just keep it real

Run up on me, get hit with rhymes deep like grave diggers In rap, we like the EMS: We come and save niggaz
If you try to challenge me, I'll hit you with powerful lyrics like a grave digger, but at the end of the day, I'm here to help others succeed in rap.

Lyrics © Royalty Network
Written by: Andrew Mair, Gavin Clayton, Lavonne Alford, Vonkelli Williams, Clayton Angelo Gavin

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