Written by: David "Gauge" Veira
1st
I'm a start this from the top
Cause I got love for true hip hop
Back in the days used to break and pop
Few years later came the wop
We would go to the park and drop
Flows all day no crooked cop
They were out chasing, the real crooks
While I was writing blazing hooks
Think back no flack no curse
Whose next go ahead spit a verse
Back then guns didn't need to burst
So no one left inside a Hurst
Remember the time, its prime
Now they seem to worship crime
Hip hop's in despair
Much more money to make but less love to share, I care
Chorus
I wanna take it there
Rappers don't seem aware
More money made but there is less love to share
Remember hip hop the way it was
Concepts that gave it buzz
Now everybody's killing it's all the same
2nd
Remember coco-leveyo, kick the can
Krs-One verses Mc Shan
LL, Mo Dee giving a fan
A million dollar battle for about a grand
What about block party's on the block
Wish I can turn back the clock
It's all gone, what's going on
More money made, more problems born
So I'm written this to worn
Hip hops heart is being torn
Too much thugs, hard to the core
Had enough can't take no more
What can I do to stop the war
Cause it's now at my front door
Hip hops in despair
Much more money to make but less love to share, I care
Chorus
3rd
Do you miss, putting wax in your top for skelly
Playing all day nothing in your belly
Forget eating out, peanut butter and jelly
Looking for a pay phone had no celly
With the cell phone don't we talk less
Got to make money to add more stress
Talent don't seem to impress
It's about what you invest
Steal ours, war scars, jail bars, new cars
These days, the way's, to raise, big stars
Can't you see what's going on
Life is changed foundations gone
Hip hop needs to be reborn I want to take it there
So much trouble and despair
Rappers don't seem to aware
Much more money to make but less love to share, I care
Chorus
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