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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pep Love
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scandal Beats
Producer
Lyrics
I got a hole where my heart used to be
I'm a real true artist
Put all of my heart in this
I live for the basslines and guitar riffs
But too modest
The music biz is a vast sea
And you know where the sharks is
I discovered Hip Hop as a little tike
Before I kissed a girl or ever rid a bike
There was nothing about it the kid didn't like
So an obsession was born for written rhymes, ripping mics
My astute pursuit wasn't about loot
To boot I studied the game from root to fruit
People gathered in flocks
Hip Hop had the block locked
And had us thinking out of the box
The time we were living in, it was a testament
Far before the corporation would invest in it
And now they acting brand new
I'm waving a flag for the culture
They looking at me like I'm a damn fool
When I was up
(Yeah)
You would always come around
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, you are my life)
But when I needed a friend (huh)
Oh, you could never be found
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
You are my friend
What's really relevant
Is it good in the hood if it ain't selling and what is you telling me
Back when we was back spinning the party was packed
And it wasn't nobody to stack digits
They did it for the kids on the block
Instead of banging they was hanging out
Doing that up rock, flow rock
Hip Hop was there when nobody else cared
No education, no healthcare, or welfare
The Bronx burning, we turning into an inferno
What do we learn to know, when we ain't earning dough
We got greedier when the media showed up
And got needier when the city disowned us
I guess it was just trying to find a way out of the projects
And that gentrification is the process to progress
God bless the child with the heavenly trust fund
The heaviest lump sum that come from the slums
When I was up
(Yeah)
You would always come around
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, you are my life)
But when I needed a friend (huh)
Oh, you could never be found
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
You are my friend
That's the sound of the men
Banging on the track not hanging on the corner slanging crack
Now that we got our back up against the wall we gon' bring it back
We them entrepreneurs, keeping out dream intact
The way I feel, I don't know if you can say the same
Look at what they became following the gravy train
And when it drips dry, them little birds fly
Flocking for better weather while we keeping it curbside
To have a cipher, you gotta come around
While pop radio was telling you to dumb it down
But I've been initiated
And we gon' get this shit straight
And state it, that Hieroglyphics's the greatest
And I'mma be your friend even when I don't got one
And when I give 'em the rhythm I wrote to let 'em know we're not done
Many rivers to cross, to deliver the loss
It's destiny, yes we're gon' weather the cost
When I was up
You would always come around
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, you are my life)
But when I needed a friend (huh)
Oh, you could never be found
(Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
You are my friend
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