- Macklemore B-Boy - Original 歌詞
- Macklemore
- Ladies and Gentlemans
This an ode to the b-boy
b-girls
The people out there who do it for the love
And belive me im not dissin anybody out there whos trying to get paid ，
Im trying to get paid too
But I got one question
Whatever happened to the heart
That pumped the passion into the art
The entity that gave you the energy to wanna start
Break dancin,imma battling doing it at the park
Where the mission was expression not only to top charts
I dont know what happened wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radios lackin
controlled by Fascists assholes doin damage
But were gunna take it back
Before beats to a hundred gs a pop
All you needed was a table top and a beat box
Hip-hop with out the b-boy is like
shelltoes only havin two stripes
Hip-hop were freedom-fighting graffiti-writing party types,
That recite and organize and revitalize our rhymin till the group of the money makers systems knows the industry can eventually get served.
Breakers of my verses spinning up a revolutions throughout our words
If you really want it come on get it coz ive got it
Im honestly paying homage to forgotten pioneers of this culture that are giving them props and learn.
If you wanna earn your stripes you gotta be able to rock this mic and set cyphers alike.
The feeling to put in everything you got in the circle
or never be documented in the Coke(?) commercial.
(We be the badest)
Now b-boys,b-girls
bring it back to the block.
Lemme see you get ill, for real, pop and lock.
If you record without thought then stop,
because Ill serve ya whole album with the goddamn beatbox.
Without thought it just happens.
If you gotta think to feel thats not rapping thats acting.
Im from a land of backpacks and fat-caps,
MCs with sick raps who serve those that are wack.
Its a way of life;
I put all my energy into the melody on the MPCs until the death of me, record exceptionally, especially, whenever i be monumentally, gramatically, killing the mic .
I tell my DJs, cranking that music, keeping em moving when the beat plays,
Staying into it, breaking and grooving(?), and MCs they, thinking that you should always pursue in what their dreams make , taking from lucid (??).
All the people gotta make their money,
and the way to make money is to get inside of the industry,
take it on the radio, flow
so you can go blow,
we get a car and a crib up on MTV,
but,In the end whats classic?radio bubblegum?
or a voice filled with passion?
To my real hip-hop heads, please stand up,
cause the only people that can preserve this art is us!
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