Hip-Hop Body Rock
(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Hip Hop, do that body rock
Jam on it, Keep smoking
Hip Hop do, that body rock
I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style
Hah
(Canibus)
Yeah, c'mon now, get on down
Can-I-Bus, back with the Hip Hop sound
Twenty-years deep in this culture, compulsive
Every day, this was the dream that I woke with
Outside chilling, B-Boy's spinning
Pretending not to notice the supreme-choice women
I rep the Rude Boy Natty Dread posse
And the dirty balhead Zombie's behind me
Turn the lights up, pick the mic up
Get them hyped up, looking for the right cut
I don't like much, but I love to bust
At the crowd 'cause they love the rush
The markings on my arm was drawn
They symbolize the art of Hip Hop in it's rawest form
We can take it to the stage like we going to war
Low crawling through the crowd we perform on tour
Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow
I was 'Gone 'Til November', six December's ago
So
(Chorus x2)
(Canibus)
Every day is a piece of eternity that we control
That's why Rap music feeds the soul
DJ drop needle, I shock people
There's a mic doc in the house and he's not legal
Canibus just entered the building y'all
If you looking for the illest star, feel me y'all
I get a call, slide through Diego
Hit the Bay off, with something less than a day old
Here's a hot one for you to hold
The super-emcee SuperBowl, winner takes all
The 'Fahrenheit 9/11' rhyme weapon
The underground give me credit when I'm sound checking
I feel like it's now or never
The rhymes stay clever when the wisdom-teeth grind together
Go to sleep, I can't go to sleep unless I write something
Then stay awake, I can't stay awake unless I recite something
I can't recite something without tight substance
When I'm busting, I leave **********ing mics busted
(chorus) 2X
*20 seconds of beat playin*
Hip-Hop Body RockLRC歌词
(Chorus x2: Canibus)
Hip Hop, do that body rock
Jam on it, Keep smoking
Hip Hop do, that body rock
I been gone for a while, but I'm still in style
Hah
(Canibus)
Yeah, c'mon now, get on down
Can-I-Bus, back with the Hip Hop sound
Twenty-years deep in this culture, compulsive
Every day, this was the dream that I woke with
Outside chilling, B-Boy's spinning
Pretending not to notice the supreme-choice women
I rep the Rude Boy Natty Dread posse
And the dirty balhead Zombie's behind me
Turn the lights up, pick the mic up
Get them hyped up, looking for the right cut
I don't like much, but I love to bust
At the crowd 'cause they love the rush
The markings on my arm was drawn
They symbolize the art of Hip Hop in it's rawest form
We can take it to the stage like we going to war
Low crawling through the crowd we perform on tour
Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow
I was 'Gone 'Til November', six December's ago
So
(Chorus x2)
(Canibus)
Every day is a piece of eternity that we control
That's why Rap music feeds the soul
DJ drop needle, I shock people
There's a mic doc in the house and he's not legal
Canibus just entered the building y'all
If you looking for the illest star, feel me y'all
I get a call, slide through Diego
Hit the Bay off, with something less than a day old
Here's a hot one for you to hold
The super-emcee SuperBowl, winner takes all
The 'Fahrenheit 9/11' rhyme weapon
The underground give me credit when I'm sound checking
I feel like it's now or never
The rhymes stay clever when the wisdom-teeth grind together
Go to sleep, I can't go to sleep unless I write something
Then stay awake, I can't stay awake unless I recite something
I can't recite something without tight substance
When I'm busting, I leave **********ing mics busted
(chorus) 2X
*20 seconds of beat playin*
