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[Chorus: repeat 2X]Hip pop, they tap dance to sell a milWhile real emcees with skills don't got a dealIt's industry conspiracy to make us savageTake off ya clothes to go gold, sell ya soul to live lavish[Verse One]It seems every man want to be a pop starIt's obvious to me that you forgot who you areThese labels will have you wearing high heels and a braCut the roots to ya tree and watch ya empire fallNow hip hop is a tree, and trees live by their rootsAll the roots live underground, water down me no salute!They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agricultureMy vocab is ultra, I insult ya or nurture ya sculptureIt's like to get a record deal, you gotta get naked and kneelLabels ain't checking for skills no more, they want sex appealNo publishing checks in the mailDon't you know when you become a slave to moneyThat's when you destined to failYou swallowing so you can sell a million recordsOn magazine front covers butt nakedUsed to be a queen who was highly respectedNow when I listen to ya album, shit get ejectedI didn't get the album out, somebody cock blocked itIn 99 I smacked the blackball right in the side pocketLetras de cancionesWhen I drop it take ya plaque to the pawn shop and hock itI'm taking all y'all money this year, extorting ya profity'all got greedy and went commercialAnd ya label's still jerking youI'm starving all y'all niggaz this year, take it personal[Chorus][Verse Two]Fuck riding in limos nigga copyright ya demosCause they shiesty, labels are shiestyYa manager's stroking you, saying shows are promotionalCause they shiesty, niggaz are shiestyStupid, the main niggaz who helped you get onThe first niggaz you shit onYou'll realize who love you when all ya money's giddoneThey're smiling in ya faceCause right now you're putting cake on their plateThem the same niggaz that's scheming on ya safe - word!It's the ones that sniff coke witcha, from broke to richerNow they want to cut ya throat and come and getchaYa fake acapellas can't really rock a farvela crowdYa head is full of helium, you floating in the cloudsOn stage fronting like the solo typeCloned my hip hop chromosomes, deep down you know Shabazz ya prototypeDon't even know how to hold the mic, trippin over the cablesMumbling and stumbling into the turntablesTap dancing, juggling, shuffling their feet smilingThe type of niggaz I be snuffing while their freestylingWhether you're gold or you're platinum, I'm robbing and gatting themAnd slapping them with an aluminum bat and busting a cap in themDuct taping and gagging them, make 'em deep throat the magnumTrapping them in alleys, where we're beating stomping and dragging themFuck selling my soul for that mansion and a yachtI'd rather make salat and scrape the bottom of the potReal soldiers survive with 3 hots and a cotYou can't take them riches in the ground when you rotMust have forgot, ya fans bought you to that altitudeAnd now you left them astray, ego got you confusedSon I be browsing, they tryna trap us all in public housingHow niggaz classic albums only sell 200 thousandLabels be running sound scams on ya creamThat makes niggaz susceptible on going mainstream, they pulling ya stringsWith marketing schemes extorting the fiendsThey ain't gonna never tell you how many records you sold seenPeace to all emcees staying true to their rootDon't sell their soul for the lootAnd planting seeds in the youth and fuck the[Chorus][Outro]Hip pop, hip pop, hip pop we shootEmpires will fall when you cut the trees rootHip pop, hip pop, hip pop we shootEmpires will fall when you cut the trees root From Letras Mania