Where did Hip Hop start, how has it evolved and who or what made Hip Hop music popular. In this unique documentary film about the history of Hip Hop is presented like never bevore.
Beat this! A Hip Hop history
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Rating: 5.17/10 based on 18 votes cast.
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Wow!! Hip Hop in its essence and purity before it was hijacked! Lovin’ it!
If you ever wanted to see Kool Herc fly a kite, here is your chance….
If you ever wanted to see Kool Herc fly a kite, here is your chance….
Good Stuff, great video, loved the whole thing from beginning to end. Hip Hop is still alive and breathing.
I tried readin ya rhyme, but the shit’s hurtin my brain
It’s like a granny ex-stripper with no pole, workin a cane
That shit foul, you not helpin only hurtin the game
I spit up a shit storm, my forecast? certain to rain
He wear skirts to work so johns think they jerkin a dame
Then he cry in the shower at dawn, curtain of shame
The next night he back on the streets, workin the same
He aint dexter, but we gon see blood spurtin from vein
Inspiration cant muscle in, dat fool da scrawniest pup
My bars benchpressin whips, ya runt spits scrawny as fuck
You choke when heat burnin ya breath wit a vengeance
Neva call me your honor but I pack death wit a sentence
Killin neph wit a penchant for hangin niggas like pendants
Confess ya worst sin, you cant take steps with my “pennants”
Cremated ya remnants, and then I flushed the ashes
When I “dictate” the outcome call me a phuckin facist
Ya cypher too juxed up to fix, so it stay broke
You cant tip “the scales”, cuz ya lines never “way dope”
Yeah you betta take note, in the future just stay ghost
But don’t blame ME, when ya bars is the scapegoats
Them shits makin no cents, you aint getting paid properly
You chris tucker in 5th element, im beanie in state property
This shit is armed robbery, you get stabbed wit da shank
Ya bars is dead soldiers, when shells crash into ranks
This nigga a bottom feeder, you not on top at all
You be terro-fied when you burnin up like the taj mahal
Worse than a walmart massacre, witcha long ass lines
You got trampled, tryna push back at the wrong ass time
Trash….. from an east harlem gay building gutter-alley, blackened from an infant who shat from a 4th floor window on you 7 months ago; then got pee-peed on by a stray mutt who ate the infants shit then vomited his babyshit meal over your quote/unquote rhyme.
“Nobody buying what you writing for customers” so you type-out on documentary heaven for attention.
Kid hopin to climb fast, but i make the ho slower
You a broken escalator, ya moves only go lower
Bitch hopes i show mercy, i aint rockin no chivalry
So ya bars arrive broken, when i drop a delivery
Why is inspiration sayin dat im king of the spot?
Cuz gems clock his jaw when da kid ring out a shot
We discussed hangin already now i “swing on ya knot”
You emit a bitch sound, like when you sing out for cock
You spit pure faggotry, like you keep takin erections
You made a rash move, my illness breaks ya complexion
At least you learnin from me, class be stayin in session
Shortened ya lines, punches still aint makin connections
You aint got a damn clue, only ya back got a hunch
Stringing random words in lines? nigga that’s not a punch
Knock you da fuck out, you cant move, too stunned to
I son dudes, who cant take when i kick it like kung fu
I could hack you wit axes, wont hurt like my puns do
You cant hold it together, one twos get you unglued
Ya thoughts mad shook, so you cant get em steady
This is assault and “battery” and nigga aint ever ready
Nigga i piss in tornados, but you cant spit to “the win”
Cuz shots will blowback with mad clips to the chin
Im still gon be hungry cuz this victim is thin
He aint makin no points, his shit cant stick wit a pin
He wont split wit his skin, his scalp gettin peeled back
Uppercuts break his braces, and that’s when his steel clap
Its too late to fight black, nigga verse gettin longer
The blade atcha throat, you shoulda tried gettin stronger
Now ya breath bubblin when im slicin thru jugular
Niggas aint buyin what you be writin for customers
BOOBOO….. from a donkeys ass, mixed with 12 month old hay and horse piss in a broken down 2 century old barn…..