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Verse 1: Hush I was born with the rhythm before Ra had hit 'em Before Pac had spit 'em with shots full of venom And glocks was to kill him Big Poppa was the villian Jay Roc-A-Fella'd 'em Dre split with Suge and them Way before any before had ever tooken it Look at where we shook it before there was a hook in it (Yeah) Cops threw the book at it Crooks was in the kitchen and b-boys was cookin' it Hot flame on a track who got game? A lot came after the wack had got play Shots rang out on a night then cops came And locked hip-hop in a cell & stopped play And Radio (Raheem) said 'D muthafucka!? with Love & Hate Fists of full fury like The Roots said (You Got Me) I loved you death ever since Eric B. For President (uh) CHORUS You have given me everything I need to see What I need to be somehow you have set me free Been right by my side everyday throughout my life Now I know this time I can really blow your mind So catch your breath & let it breathe x 2 Verse 2: Hush SongtexteI gotta bring it back for the street with a track for rap listeners Back with a beat and a clap for that sinister rap That ministers yap about it's evil in fact What you're singing is wack I can't listen to it It's all crap it's sad what you're doing to it So sad so there's no sense in grooving to it (Yeah right) Rock Steady's moving it Ain't No Half Steppin' and Kane's out there proving it (uh) Hip-Hop on the screen we Krush Grooves Beat Street's, Breakin' Electric Boogaloo So fresh and def plus we're Top Billin' In full effect you know we're cold chillin' CHORUS Verse 3: Talib Kweli Send a salute to Masta Ace and Craig G the original Jay-Z Style original flav the style take a bow It feel good that's my word like the 1st time I heard Illmatic The feeling I still have it and like 2nd verse from Stop, Look & Listen Like Pac bustin' shots at cops who tried to hit him and not Going to prison at least for that Fuck Tha Police was that shit! STREET CLASSIC (yeah!) We're so creative when we speakin' in a native tongue The Tribe, De La Soul, Jungle Brothers were my favorite ones I seen Run DMC at The Palladium And KRS rock the projects like a stadium It gave me chills like when Amir played the drums 'Til we started making sums now it's fuck you pay me Carry on the family name, still my mama baby Cuz they laid the foundation and let hip-hop raise me CHORUS OUTRO (Talib Kweli) C'mon admit it this shit is too fly The rhymes that I say you just can't deny Because 100% is what I give it) I haunt the house with the hip-hop spirit (Hush) Emcee's masters of creativity Rappin' is the activity Rhyme is a sport, let it be taught that Hush & Kweli is taking no shorts (Thanks to Omar for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania