EDITO # 30 – BACK TO PROPAGANDA | HipsterTribe


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Suite à la demande massive d'un certain nombre d'Hipsters de la première heure, nous décidons à l'unamité de revenir sans détour aux sources. Un retour aux fondamentaux : BACK TO PROPAGANDA. Nous n'allons pas vous le cacher, ce sera une réelle partie de plaisir. Les commentaires seront dévérouillés à l'occasion.

Uh, uh, uh, 1-2 Explain, 1-2
Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh
All my dogs

It's bigger than..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip
It's bigger than..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip-hop

Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all – all my dogs stay real
Nigga, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds
And pay your bills, because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got; all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream? or some substance?
A Beamer? a necklace? or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop; and it don't stop 'til we get the po-po off the block
They call it

[Hook 2x]

[Repeat 6x]
D.P.'s got that crazy shit


Written by HipsterTriber


* On Top Of The World, Calirfonia

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