Climate - U-God

Hip Hop is dangerous, should be respected and cherished

Keep it tucked in your pocket for the next to inherit

Sacrifice what I write, a Martin on the terrace

Dreams have been built and many of us perished

No pun intended, it’s a rough path to heaven

so I studied all my lessons, earned a button with a seven

I be a father figure, Mr James Evans

We ain’t go nowhere, we them same legends

The climate of hip hop since done changed

But the art and the bars will still remain

Feel the wrath of the cane

As it travels through your veins

Champagne salute to those who whetered the game

We call it hip hop, was sent out the dark

We call it hip hop, was sent out the dark

We need that gangsta music

Don’t let them filter the spirit

Tell your favourite hype stations

in the hood, I wanna feel it

Support can bring a brother to tears

Rap glaciers of ice that been melting for years

Hip Hop is the master, evolution’s constant

and the scene compelling

They say New York really lost it

So we sat at the table with the top heads and bosses

To save the Def Jams when the bosses got exhausted

'bout to address this

Don’t let me open up the faucets

Pass the torch, get on my grind and I endorse it

Back from the state penn

cooking with my apron

Catching the jackpot

Introduce the elder statesman

Cats wanna deal, wanna peel back a vocalist

I never slip slide when I ride and I open it

Triple XL on the Dell on my poker chip

thought process got depth for a scholarship

Squeeze in, burn it, shotgun permits

I buy a hoodie, I never copped German

I used to run through life like a blind man

But now I walk like i’m stepping on quick sand

Bullies, get fully loaded with lead

Jackpots, scud bottom, I’m two steps ahead

Anticipate, don’t wait, don’t let the bubble drop

I’mma hit more shots than a rookie cop

We call it hip hop, was sent out the dark

We call it hip hop, was sent out the dark

hip hop, was sent out the dark