Hip Hop Dreams
K. Solar Lyrics

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They thought their nightmare was dead
And buried
They were wrong
Hip Hop lives
Ain't no reason for you to be all up in my face
When you ain't heard a single song off of the mixtape
Think you better and talking how you gon' take my place
That's a second strike on your record, a mistake

Ain't no reason, your fall from freedom, you won't raise
We gon' bleed em', in every season, it gon' stain
Call it treason the way we leavin' full blown pain
Ain't no cheatin' so start believin' and give thanks
The damage is colossal, make the blood come through your nostrils
From the most addictive substance, in a 94 oz. bottle
They will follow after every tape and every drop we wallow
In the depths of underground hip hop the shit they take influence from
Bitch are you doin sum?! Never thought so never once
Have I saw the people jump, bob they head to whatchu bump
When we gave them what they want when they didn't know it yet
Pass the mixtape like a blunt then light up a cigarette
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
I'm a dead man walkin', now I need a locksmith
Locked out my house and the microphone ought-sit
Now I know the toxic response to rock with
Blocked out my mouth, black bar 'cause I *bleep* this
Let's get it poppin', lean back, Terror Squad
Nah I'm not from the Bronx, biggest L like Lamont
La-da-diddy-daw, not Snoop Doggy Dog
Nana-na not Nelly but I mosh with them all
Givin' you the bronze, son, a call to action
Our conglomerate is toppin' this, don't compliment if talkin' shit
Like Jigga to the God's Son, y'all just distractions
But stay cautious, bitch, no consequence is greater than us arsonists
We'll burn this motherfucker down right now
ASAP as we mobbin' and unload another thousand
You ain't 50, you ain't poppin' and it's shockin' you inspect the dick
Call up Def Jam 'cause I'm fightin' for the city now
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten

Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to K. Solar's song "Hip Hop Dreams" convey a sense of rebellion and defiance, as well as a strong belief in the enduring power of the hip-hop genre. The opening lines, "They thought their nightmare was dead and buried, they were wrong," suggest that there is a prevailing perception that hip-hop is no longer relevant or alive. However, the following line, "Hip Hop lives," asserts the contrary, that hip-hop is still very much alive and thriving.

The lyrics then address those who doubt the artist's talent and credibility, stating, "Ain't no reason for you to be all up in my face when you ain't heard a single song off the mixtape," indicating that the artist's critics are passing judgment without actually giving their music a fair chance. The lyrics also touch upon themes of competition and ego, with lines such as "Think you better and talking how you gon' take my place," suggesting that the artist is being challenged and undermined by others in the industry.

There is also a sense of pride and determination in the lyrics, as the artist proclaims, "We gon' bleed em', in every season, it gon' stain," implying that they will leave a lasting impact and make their mark on the music industry. The reference to "underground hip hop" further emphasizes their refusal to conform to mainstream expectations.

Overall, "Hip Hop Dreams" is a defiant anthem that challenges the idea of hip-hop's demise and asserts the artist's skills and perseverance in the face of adversity.

Line by Line Meaning

They thought their nightmare was dead
They believed that the negative situation was over

And buried
And forgotten

They were wrong
But they were mistaken

Hip Hop lives
The genre of Hip Hop is still vibrant and alive

Ain't no reason for you to be all up in my face
There is no valid justification for you to confront me so aggressively

When you ain't heard a single song off of the mixtape
Especially since you haven't even listened to any of my music

Think you better and talking how you gon' take my place
You seem to believe that you are more talented and can replace me

That's a second strike on your record, a mistake
In reality, that's another failure and error on your part

Ain't no reason, your fall from freedom, you won't raise
There is no justification for your decline from liberty, you won't recover

We gon' bleed em', in every season, it gon' stain
We will exhaust them mentally, emotionally, and physically throughout the year, leaving a lasting impact

Call it treason the way we leavin' full blown pain
Describing the betrayal caused by our departure that leads to intense suffering

Ain't no cheatin' so start believin' and give thanks
There is no deception, so begin to trust and express gratitude

The damage is colossal, make the blood come through your nostrils
The harm inflicted is immense, causing blood to flow from your nose

From the most addictive substance, in a 94 oz. bottle
Referring to the influence of the mixtape, comparable to a highly addictive substance contained in a large bottle

They will follow after every tape and every drop we wallow
People will continue to support and follow us eagerly after each release

In the depths of underground hip hop the shit they take influence from
In the hidden realms of underground hip hop, they draw inspiration from the quality that we provide

Bitch are you doin sum?! Never thought so never once
Are you accomplishing anything meaningful? I never believed so, not even once

Have I saw the people jump, bob they head to whatchu bump
I have never witnessed people enthusiastically responding and enjoying your music

When we gave them what they want when they didn't know it yet
Even before they realized their desires, we provided exactly what they needed

Pass the mixtape like a blunt then light up a cigarette
Sharing the mixtape with others, treating it as a recreational activity just like smoking a blunt and lighting a cigarette

Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
The assertion that Hip Hop is no longer alive, and I played a part in killing it

Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
I metaphorically filled it with bullets and now it is decaying

Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
But now I am bringing it back to life, emerging from the metaphorical coffin

Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
I will dominate and control it completely, making it subservient to my desires

I'm a dead man walkin', now I need a locksmith
I am metaphorically dead inside, and now I require someone skilled in locks to open up my true potential

Locked out my house and the microphone ought-sit
Unable to access my creativity and expression, leaving the microphone unused and neglected

Now I know the toxic response to rock with
Now I understand the negative reaction that comes with challenging the status quo

Blocked out my mouth, black bar 'cause I *bleep* this
Censoring my voice, symbolized by the black bar, due to the controversial nature of my expression

Let's get it poppin', lean back, Terror Squad
Let's get the party started, adopting a laid-back approach like the rap group Terror Squad

Nah I'm not from the Bronx, biggest L like Lamont
No, I am not from the Bronx, but I have experienced massive losses and setbacks just like Lamont from the TV show 'Sanford and Son'

La-da-diddy-daw, not Snoop Doggy Dog
Expressing that I am not Snoop Dogg, but I still bring my own unique style and flair

Nana-na not Nelly but I mosh with them all
Even though I am not Nelly, I still participate in rowdy and energetic mosh pits with various artists

Givin' you the bronze, son, a call to action
Presenting you with something valuable but not the top prize, a call to take action

Our conglomerate is toppin' this, don't compliment if talkin' shit
Our group of artists is dominating this field, don't offer compliments if it is accompanied by disrespectful talk

Like Jigga to the God's Son, y'all just distractions
Similar to Jay-Z (Jigga) being a distraction to the artist Nas (God's Son), you all are merely distractions

But stay cautious, bitch, no consequence is greater than us arsonists
However, be careful, because we are capable of causing significant damage and destruction as arsonists

We'll burn this motherfucker down right now
We will metaphorically destroy everything in our path in this very moment

ASAP as we mobbin' and unload another thousand
As soon as possible, we will aggressively move together and release another thousand (likely referring to music or album sales)

You ain't 50, you ain't poppin' and it's shockin' you inspect the dick
You are not comparable to 50 Cent, you are not successful, and it surprises you, so you should reevaluate your worth

Call up Def Jam 'cause I'm fightin' for the city now
Get in touch with Def Jam Records, because I am now battling and representing the city

Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
The assertion that Hip Hop is no longer alive, and I played a part in killing it

Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
I metaphorically filled it with bullets and now it is decaying

Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
But now I am bringing it back to life, emerging from the metaphorical coffin

Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
I will dominate and control it completely, making it subservient to my desires

Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Alex Baker, Kaleb Anderson, Tony Baker, Victor Baker

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