When life is just a memory... All I ask is you remember me... We so scared to face our history... How will we replace that energy... (If I may...) (As long as we are, we can never die) We can never die, no no no no no no, no no Hip hop is immortal, it survived many attacks And many wars using our minds eyes to part 'em Folding the spaces between generations and races, So that we can come closer through the struggle It's easy to move muscle, arms, skin and sinew Movement of the mind is the type of grind I'm into So I kick the mental, over sick instrumentals, Make respect with the pimps, and never flex with the stencil, I'm in love with the art form, It still keeps my heart warm, Presented with the most virtuous intent but in a hard form, They say hip hop is dead, assassinated by ******, But on the charts I read, all the hits was by ******, There's no surrealer drama, they wanna steal it from ya, Take her out to a field in the woods, But we ain't gon' let 'em kill the hood Can't kill it with a pistol, can't beat it with your chain, Can't crush it with your rims, but you can save it with your pain, As long as we breathe, hip hop gon' breathe with us, As long as we real, folk can't help but feel us The white manifest destiny, got 'em their dirty land But no matter how clean they shave, they got them dirty hands My story says what his story doesn't In the passage of my people they tried to murder all my cousins, They celebrate their independence, And ask us to forget how they abused it But we remind 'em everyday, Comin' gangster with this music
When life is just a memory... All I ask is you remember me... We so scared to face our history... How will we replace that energy... (If I may...) (As long as we are, we can never die) We can never die, no no no no no no, no no Hip hop is immortal, it survived many attacks And many wars using our minds eyes to part 'em Folding the spaces between generations and races, So that we can come closer through the struggle It's easy to move muscle, arms, skin and sinew Movement of the mind is the type of grind I'm into So I kick the mental, over sick instrumentals, Make respect with the pimps, and never flex with the stencil, I'm in love with the art form, It still keeps my heart warm, Presented with the most virtuous intent but in a hard form, They say hip hop is dead, assassinated by ******, But on the charts I read, all the hits was by ******, There's no surrealer drama, they wanna steal it from ya, Take her out to a field in the woods, But we ain't gon' let 'em kill the hood Can't kill it with a pistol, can't beat it with your chain, Can't crush it with your rims, but you can save it with your pain, As long as we breathe, hip hop gon' breathe with us, As long as we real, folk can't help but feel us The white manifest destiny, got 'em their dirty land But no matter how clean they shave, they got them dirty hands My story says what his story doesn't In the passage of my people they tried to murder all my cousins, They celebrate their independence, And ask us to forget how they abused it But we remind 'em everyday, Comin' gangster with this music
