If Hip Hop was a Crime

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Bein' in the record industry (Mad shit)

You see a lot of foul shit

So I said, "Fuck it, I'ma make a song

That describes how the industry is"

'Cause the shit is grimy, for real, for real

Make you wanna take a bath through the motherfucker's hair sometimes

But we on a higher level than that, but anyway

This joint's called "Hip-Hop Is a Crime"

'Cause if this shit was a crime, this is how I freak it

Check it out, uh

What's up? What's up? What's up? Check it, yo

If hip-hop was a crime, I'd be a felon sellin'

To all the consciencе dope addicts, tragic, gotta have it

Gеt no static, rhymes get ripped automatic

Spray you from your feet to your cabbage with lyrical

Hit you with the spiritual, infrared won't miss

Police lookin' for the catalyst, uh

Usually on the blocks in your neighborhood

Where the flavored goods clientele's humongous

Pittsburgh, Columbus, and all the other cities in the USA

Networkin', soon to be worldwide for certain

I know it's hurtin', competition creatin' envy

Sure, they wanna end me when they see me in a Benzi

Throw salt in my face and my face act friendly

That's why I play it close 'til they ass get ghost

Ain't no love lost here, cramp up my posture

This game is cutthroat, so I'ma aim at the utmost spot

Not knowin' if I'm gonna get got

Be up in heaven openin' for B.I.G. or 2Pac

But that's the nature of it, some land, some kick the bucket

I'd be a damn fool not to love it, right?

Imagine that, if hip-hop was a crime

Would you stick and move? Would you sell dimes?

Or would you switch sides and play the role of po-nine?

Blockin' me from the goal line

Preventin' me from gettin' mine

Imagine that, if hip-hop was a crime

Would you stick and move? Would you sell dimes?

Or would you switch sides and play the role of po-nine?

Blockin' me from the goal line

Check out the situation, everything is kosher

Slayin' punk MCs with my toaster, itchy finger on trigger

Got my rep bigger, you should see 'em shiver

Knowin' how deep are the labor rules

Out directed with hollow tip lyric

Like the bully of the block, all the kids fear it

J-Senz is untouchable, how you hear it

Echoin' through the hallways where I be all days

Hustlin', ain't no small play 'cause niggas always

Wanna plot against a local cat with props

Makin' it harder to set up my shop up on the block

Like a martyr, I'll be in this war until I drop

But if it ain't the haters, it's the goddamn cops

Stressin' me just so they can get some cream off the top

Testin' me, so now I got a scheme, call the team

Dante, Homeskillet, J-Walls, and Braheem

The ill send it quick, pick the light up and see

No prints, squeaky clean, toss the heat in the stream

Rendezvous somewhere serene around twelve-fifteen

If you can't hold it down, no one will hold it for you

So be sure to have a alibi plus a good lawyer

Imagine that, if hip-hop was a crime

Would you stick and move? Would you sell dimes?

Or would you switch sides and play the role of po-nine?

Blockin' me from the goal line

Preventin' me from gettin' mine

Imagine that, if hip-hop was a crime

Would you stick and move? Would you sell dimes?

Or would you switch sides and play the role of po-nine?

Blockin' me from the goal line

Preventin' me from gettin' mine

Imagine that, if hip-hop was a crime

Would you stick and move? Would you sell dimes?

Or would you switch sides and play the role of po-nine?

Blockin' me from the goal line

Preventin' me from gettin' mine

I wouldn't trade this for anything

I'd rather be in the penitentiary

Than the record industry, you know what I'm sayin'?