HIP HOP
M.V.P Ft Stagga Lee Lyrics
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Aunque la oscuridad cobije los conflictos
Y la culpa se coma nuestro instinto
Siempre habrá
Naraa
Aunque la oscuridad cobije los conflictos
Y la culpa se coma nuestro instinto
Siempre habrá
Once again
El Old Flavor
Uh!
Llegó el momento
De traer otro destrabe
De mi pensamiento
El que quería que pare
Pues esperará muerto
Que no me canso de sonar smooth
Y soltarlo violento
Presiento estas melodías
Rompiendo sus bocinas
Y quemando su alma por dentro
Esto es Hip Hop viajeros
No es un sitio para subirse el ego
Esto se vive, no es así como bajarse del metro
Es algo así, como ser del Funebrero
Algo mas grande, más profundo, más sincero
Que por lo general el pasajero
Lo admira pero jamás éste lo llevará en el pecho
Yo respeto opiniones diversas y culturas
So ustedes respeten la mía
Y déjenme vivir en mi locura
Que me ha salvado
De la destrucción y opresión
Así como a muchos hasta estas alturas
Levantándolos del fango
Y poniéndolos en cordura
So yo get da fuck out
Y sigue en la tuya
Que yo seguiré rapeando hasta los 70
Para sonreír escuchando las tonterías
Que escupía a los 30
En dos canales
Con ciertos conflictos
Pa' dejar ir todas esas mierdas banales
Y quedarme solo con aquellos que valen
Los que siempre están
Mis socios locales
No se necesita de un gran corrillo
Solo pocos pero que no se fijen
En lo que hay en tu bolsillo
Esos que no se ahuevan
Cuando se forma un lío
No te dejan venci'o
No le temen al gatillo
Saltan hasta con rastrillo
Agradecido con mi Dios
Por mi voz
Y este nuevo lillo uh
Gracias cucha por la motivación
Y a la verga el dinero
Que hasta ahora nos faltó
La felicidad no se compra
Eso usted me lo enseñó
Y así aprendí, crecí
Comí, viví, reí y entendí
Que hay muchos que confunden
Tu sonrisa y tu sencillez
Con sumisión y piensan que tu solo
No te vas a defender
Las ganas de levantarme
Seguirán siendo más fuertes
Que las tuyas
Por verme volver a caer
A la meta correr
Con la mano del de arriba
Que me bendice
Y yo aquí abajo
A veces aturdido
Buscando el templo
Hasta que una voz me dijo
El templo eres tú
Eso lo llevas por dentro
Somos Hip Hop
De la cuna hasta el cementerio
Llevando un buen mensaje
A todos los stereos
Repartiendo mi palabra
Sin tanto misterio
Y si me ven solo serio
Es porque veo el mundo
En pica' pa' abajo
Y a toda la gente
Que todo le vale un carajo
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
No estoy conforme
Otra niña en las noticias
Que desapareció esta noche
Se la llevaron dos encapuchados
En un coche
Mientras la señora del otro día
Fue encontrada
Pero no con vida
Sus restos yacían
A la orilla del río
Ahí en el borde
Al límite de la sensatez
Y la justicia ausente
Como siempre ves
Solo hay más trabajo para los forenses
Más y más violaciones hacia la mujer
Más dinero para los que hacen
Las cosas al revés
Y más discriminación proveniente
De los de la blanca tes
Yo no, no
No, no
No estoy conforme
No me quedo calla'o
Aunque esté todo cansa'o
No, no, no
No, no
No estoy conforme
Y la policía sigue abusando
De los derechos del hombre
No, no, no
No, no
No estoy conforme
Porque soy vidente
De toda la mierda narrada
De la que nadie está ausente
Por eso mejor caminar
Con la espalda independiente
Y solo confío en la mujer
Que me llevó en su vientre
Y por ella
Llevo la M en mi nombre
Porque soy migrante
Migrante de almas
Migrante de tierras
Migrante de etapas
Y también de estrellas
Pero en especial de aquellas
Que con sus tambores
Mis oídos estrellan
Y me permiten viajar entre letras
Que me representan
Dejando el corazón en mi voz
Pa' que me sientan cuando muera
Uh! Y cuando muera
Dejando el corazón en mi voz uh!
Represent da real Hip Hop yo
Representing da real Hip Hop yo
Dejando el corazón en mi voz uh
Y cuando muera
Descansará en paz mi alma
Al poder conocer a mi abuela Susana
Al encontrarme de nuevo
Con mi amigo e' la infancia
Estaré en un lugar
Donde no importe la plata
Donde la calle sea segura
Y donde no exista la hambruna
Ni la gente rata
Donde el amor no me sea esquivo
Donde el corazón no llore
Por no ser correspondido
A mi que no me entierren
Pues no quiero vivir en el recuerdo
Del arrepentido
Mejor que me quemen como 2Pac
Y me fumen entre los que me han querido
Querido Dios
No me dejes por favor
Perderme en el olvido
Permite que me despida de todos los míos
Que me perdonen mis hermanos
Por la ingratitud
Bendice a sus familias
Y a sus hijos
Tu entrégame paciencia
Para llegar a la recta final
Sin perder el equilibrio mental
Enséñame a perdonar
Que a nadie le falte un pan pa' desayunar
Y al que no ha comido en tiempos
Dos o tres va
Bendice a la familia de Dj Nyto
Que me vió crecer
Bendice a mi tía Amanda
En su lucha contra el maldito cancer
Cubre con tu manto de gracia
A todo mi pueblo
A la gente de las calles
Dales caminos pa' vivir
Dales un fundamento
A mi hermana
Dale toda la experiencia
Y sabiduría
De la manera más delicada
Que solo tú podrías
Líbrame por favor del mal uh
Yo! por favor libérame del mal
Si yo se que esta vez
Me fui muy personal
Al señor le entrego mi vida
Because Hip Hop is Who I am uh
Aunque la soledad me abraza
En este camino de manchas cafés
Aún me arranca una sonrisa
Un niño en la calle
Cuando me ve
Aún su inocencia no está contamina'a
Por este mundo tan maloliente
Aún su risa no es arrancada
Por el interés, los vicios
Y la maldad de toda la adultez
Ya ves
Ajá
(Una vez más)
(In da fucking building)
(It's the M.O.T)
Uh
Aaa
Aunque la oscuridad
Cobije los conflictos
Y la culpa
Se coma nuestro instinto
Siempre habrá
(La culpa es mía)
(Una voz que nos guíe)
(Que nos levante)
(Que nos anime)
Aunque la oscuridad
Cobije los conflictos
Y la culpa
Se coma nuestro instinto
Siempre habrá
(Una voz que nos guíe)
(Que nos levante)
(Uh! que nos anime)
(Aunque la oscuridad)
Y que la felicidad no escatime
(Cobije los conflictos)
(Y la culpa)
It's da M.O.T
Da Old Flavor
Junto a la nena Zami
(Se coma nuestro instinto)
Once again uh
(Siempre habrá)
It's all my fault
Yo, Yo, Yo
La culpa es mía
2021
Hip Hop is who I am
(593)
593
From da 818
(Desde el 818)
Uh!
The song "Hip Hop" by M.V.P Ft Stagga Lee is a rap about the beauty and importance of hip hop music. The song opens with Royce Da 5'9" saying that he knows his streets, sounds, and beats, and that he takes leaps and bounds in his music. He emphasizes that hip hop is everything around him and that he's proud to represent this culture. He also reflects on his start in hip hop, mentioning that he and DJ Premier began as unknowns, beat-boxing in the lunchroom. As the song progresses, Royce Da 5'9" continues to reflect on his life in hip hop, making witty rhymes that showcase his lyrical prowess. He also addresses the issue of violence and killing within the hip hop community and emphasizes that hip hop is bigger than that.
One of the interesting facts about this song is that it samples dialogue from the 1998 film "Belly," specifically a line where DMX says, "Gotta be something for me to write this." Another fact is that the song was produced by Scott Storch, who has worked with a number of famous artists, including Justin Timberlake, Beyoncé, and Christina Aguilera. Additionally, the song was featured in the soundtrack of the 2003 film "S.W.A.T." and was used as an entrance song by WWE wrestler John Cena. The song also appeared on the album "Stagga Lee's Most Wanted" and was released as a single in 2003. The song's lyrics were praised for their clever wordplay and lyrical dexterity, and many critics hailed Royce Da 5'9" as one of the best rappers of his generation.
Chords: Unfortunately, the chords for this song are not available as it is a rap.
Line by Line Meaning
I know my streets, I know my sounds
I am familiar with the environment and the music that surrounds me
y'all know my beats, how I get down
You are familiar with my style and music production techniques
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
I work hard and make big moves to advance my career
Nigga it's, hip hop!
I am proud to represent the genre of hip hop music and culture
we started from nothing a couple MC's
We began our musical journey with no resources and few connections
Beat-boxin, the crowd in the lunch room (yeah)
We began our musical performances in the school lunch room with beat-boxing and freestyle rapping
Me and Prem', both names go together
My collaborator and I are a perfect match and complement each other's skills
Like they ain't supposed to be separate, like "D" in the D
Our names are meant to be together, just like the letter "D" in the city name of Detroit
I said it before, I rep in records beats
I have previously mentioned that I represent high-quality record production techniques
At the headquarters, rest in peace
This is a tribute to a departed colleague who used to work at a music studio
Nigga I'ma hold shotty, and knock you out
I will defend myself with violent means if necessary
And I ain't gotta know Karate like Afu-ra
Skill in martial arts is not relevant in a violent conflict
strong or not, This is rap basketball, stats all you got
Your performance as a rapper can be compared to that of a basketball player based on your stats
Long as you hot, and your flow could hold up
If you are talented and your style has longevity, you will be successful
To knowin all of your short goals is long shots!
To achieve success in the long term, it is necessary to aim high and work hard
Ninety percent of you niggaz ain't hard
Most rappers lack toughness and resilience
Here +Just to Get a Rep+, you not +Gangstarrs+
You are not achieving success simply by creating a reputation for being tough
The finest flow will amaze, rap without me
The best rappers have amazing lyrical flow even without my involvement
Minus The Source, minus the Quotable page
Even without media recognition or awards, hip hop culture and values persist
Hip hop! is everything around you
Hip hop music and culture is constantly present in our environment
No competition
There is no one who can compare to me and my skills
It's real in the field
Hip hop culture is authentic and grounded in real-life experiences
What's realer than, hip hop! (yeah)
Hip hop culture and music are the most authentic expressions of life and struggle
Rythmic, league c'mon wit it, I'm long winded
I am skilled in music composition and have a talent for long and complex rhymes
I will diss you, from long distances
I am not afraid to criticize and insult other rappers from afar
Egg in the skillet brain, nigga, diss is you
Your brain is like an egg frying in a skillet after I criticize you
Smarten up, every person in the earth, be harden up
Everyone should be smarter and tougher to avoid becoming a victim in the music industry
But the only target is us
The music industry restricts and targets hip hop culture specifically
cars and trucks
Hip hop culture has a focus on material wealth, including luxury vehicles
I be dreaming about shit, like having a hard time swinging
I have nightmares about being in violent conflicts
On a nigga, or squeezing a trigger or falling
My dreams involve either being in a violent conflict or the fear of death and injury
If I land, I won't wake up (yeah)
I fear that if I get hurt, I might not wake up from the injury or death
My six shot model, ya crew
My music carries a powerful impact that can influence many people, including my competitors
I'm leaving ya mommy faces blue, just like a Hypnotic bottle
My music will create sadness and despair in the families of those I criticize or insult
They feel you the realer, you spit
Your authenticity as a rapper is judged by the quality of your lyrics and flow
This killer shit is hearing us
The message of hip hop culture is becoming more accepted and influential
Healing you if you ill or you sick mentally
Hip hop culture serves as a form of therapy and healing for those struggling with mental health issues
More venom, 5'9 is like a G5
My rhymes are venomous and powerful, like a G5 plane
Illest lyrics is stored in him
I have the most impressive and impactful lyrics
Chorus is killing, any warrior feeling
My chorus lyrics are powerful enough to defeat any challenger
That I ain't God, Lord willing
I may be skilled, but I am still just a human being at the mercy of fate
Trust me, after I crush ya building
After defeating my opponents, they will be broken and hopeless
You will just hush, you won't restore the village
My victories will silence my critics and quell any opposition
We look toward wit killing, real
Hip hop culture is grounded in violence and aggressive competition
Though this album is morbidly feeling to steel
This album may express dark and violent themes in order to reflect the reality of hip hop culture
Fuck your feeling's
I do not care about your emotional response to my music or lyrics
More rappers dying, much more killing
Violent conflict and competition in hip hop culture often leads to physical harm or even death
It's no feeling, realer than gambling ya life
The stakes are incredibly high in hip hop culture, and risking everything for success is a reality for many artists
Fourteen killing's, compared to offshore millions
The cost of pursuing hip hop success is incredibly high, and not always worth the risk or reward
Equals, I got a lot more villains
The more successful I become, the more enemies and detractors I acquire
You know that you easily lose, you be on MTV News
The risk of failure is constant in hip hop culture, and public embarrassment is a very real possibility
For the first time, because you died over
Death is the ultimate consequence of losing or failing in hip hop culture
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Marcos Ordóñez
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@MrHkhhk
still bumpin to this in '23, hollaaaaa if yall hear me
@H2oHtiek
Man I'd Shazam the melody and everything an still couldn't find it, Been searching since 2001. Life is right again. Good old mtv/bet days.
@R_L_1369
Man it took me too long to find this song again too!!! Life sure is right again.
@andrehunter-woodard81
Big 2003 B.E.T. energy!
@brettcolbert9756
This song was my jam!!! Stagga Lee had a mad flow. Haven't heard anything from him since this song!!!
@ADG.Est.1988
He didn't give his peach 🍑 up
@betlo87
@@ADG.Est.1988🫵🏼💯🫡
@keshundavis
Yeah me too
@ashee_chwaaannn
I've been looking for this song forever!!!!! BET 2005. Those were the days
@chippotatochip6094
Wonder why he didn’t blow up. He was great