Hard to Be Hip-Hop (feat. Maestro Fresh Wes) Lyrics & Tabs by Classified
Hard to Be Hip-Hop (feat. Maestro Fresh Wes)
guitar chords lyrics
Yo Class, how you doin Dunn? I'm back in the 'fax (yeah)
I'm takin time off from the act and I got to relax
beat
Yo, Fresh 'tro I got a few treats (uh)
You been up in this city long?
Cool, well, I'm sorry about the weather (uh)
It's been raining all week, I hope it gets a little better
Either way Class listen (what?), I got a ill vision
About a song I'm workin on,
you think you got the right rhythm?
Man come on, you know I got some shit that'll break your neck
I used up what I want but you can take what's left
Oh, don't give me bullshit dog, you know I blaze the set
You know you got somethin saved for Wes
I got a ill concept, (hip hop)
Oh, don't give me bullshit dog, you know I blaze the set
You know you got somethin saved for Wes
I got a ill concept, (hip hop)
How I paid the real line debt since (what?)
1987
, I've been reppin on the cyphers and the sessions
And I'll still be gettin stress on the block (yeah)
You know it's hard to be hip-hop
And ain't nobody stayin real (uh)
It don't pay bills when you showcase skill (uh)
Ain't nobody living off of doin windmills
Or painting train rails, that's real (that's real)
[Hook - Classified] - w/ ad libs
It's hard to be hip hop
You know it's hard to be hip hop
It's hard to be hip hop (I love it)
You know it's hard to be hip hop
But we got to be hip hop (I love it)
I got no gas and grill, so my raps ain't real (yeah)
Cause I don't pack steal, do my tracks appeal?
And to the mass appeal, watch how fast they fail
Yeah I'm hip hop son until my casket's sealed
It's hard in a culture when the fans are fickled
Understand my issue, your own man'll diss you
One minute your whack and then your jam's official
Yeah, and then they switch again
So bottles or cans'll hit you
LL
And then they hated him
And then they loved him again
Then they degraded him
So lately, basically, I don't know if I can play to win
Survival of the fittest, let me see what kind of shape I'm in
Yo 'stro, when I was younger like nineteen (uh)
I could spend all day writin rhyme schemes (uh)
Spittin freestyle or cypher in the streets
But now I got responsibilities
[Hook - Classified] - w/ ad libs
Yo, it's hard to be hip hop
You know it's hard to be hip hop
It's hard to be hip hop (I love it)
You know it's hard to be hip hop
But we got to be hip hop (I love it)
[Break] - w/ scratches
"No, this is not an illusion"
"Y'all can't carry on"
"No, this is not an illusion"
"No rest for nothin, nothin less"
"No, this is not an illusion"
"No, this is not an illusion"
"No rest for nothin, nothin less" (nothin less, nothin less)
Luke
Thinkin life's like a video shoot
They ain't spittin the truth
True, I got a similar view (uh huh)
But I guess that's the damage the industry do
I'm twenty-eight, unemployed (uh), a grown ass man (uh)
Still tryin to rap with no fall back plan
Go all out fam, you got nothin to lose (uh huh, yeah)
Cause only to yourself, you got somethin to prove
Yeah, we got to be hip-hop, it's all that we know
Lace up the Shell Toe 'stro?
Yo, on with the show (on with the show)
Get the drum track goin dirty?
Yeah, enough small talk
But whatever you drop, keep it hard
[Hook - Classified] - w/ ad libs
And it's got to be hip hop
It's got to be hip hop (I love it)
Got to be hip hop (I love it)
You know it's hard to be hip hop
It's hard to be hip hop (I love it)
You know it's hard to be hip hop
But we got to be hip hop (I love it)
