Lirik Lagu I Said Hey - Macklemore
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Yo, the first time I heard Digital Underground I was in the first gradeMy homie Lace brought it over and he dubbed it on a mixtapeI would do the Humpty Hump and perform to his versesTwelve years later I learned that Shock-G and him were the same personI loved Hammer, I can't front he taught me how to danceAlong with Bel Biv Devoe I had Jay Ohs and a pair of zebra pantsBut this was the foundation of what would come to beA life long passion journey and drive; an emceeSome people ask me what it means, I don't know where to startIt's the deepest connection between my soul and my heartWhen I first stepped into a cipher and a jam in the parkI got served, no for real I got servedBut see I learned somethingObserved others and watchedAn urged hunger burst, earned a turn at that park.I don't care who you are, where you're from or what you believe inBut if you love hip hop I bet it's more or less for the same reasonThis is it when you spit you exist in that momentAnd if you're sick with that gift then you rip it when you perform itThen all the shit that you live begins to lift up your shouldersAnd the audience well they get to experience where your soul isThe most amazing feeling, rocking the crowd to your anthemFrom the front to the back with their motha F***in' hands up'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the first won't be the lastJust another b-boy and I'm a die in my stance
If you got a pen and a pad put your heart downIf you got a record and can crab lay a scratch downIf you got a marker and a can bomb your art nowIf you got a floor and you're fast kick that I'll style
If you got a pen and a pad put your heart downIf you got a record and can crab lay a scratch downIf you got a marker and a can bomb the whole damn townBut if you live for hip hop don't ever put your hands downDon't put your hands down, keep that shit up
We're goin' to rock it like this, do this with meIt goes front, backFront, backFront, backFront, come on
It goes front, backFront, backI said front, backTo my people you know it
Now I don't know if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the carsThat makes people rap like they're trapped inside of these barsThis shit ain't complicated man just be who you areTo busy searching for the light and missing the fact that you're a starNow who's got passion now stand the hell up'Cause I want to hear somebody rapping who's got it inside their cutsOr you can get intricate displaying your fancy cadencesBut if you're not speaking the truth you might as well not be saying shitI said who's going to teach the kids?You'd rather blow up and get famous so you can get some new rimsAll the money in the world can help you look like a starBut money can't buy you the heart to go and put inside your barsAnd I like nice shit tooBelieve me, I got a closet full of Nikes and a whole bunch of Lenore suitsThey'll give you the white tees and the icy earring like the whole youth,Population of hip hop but look beyond it when I record through,These beats 'cause if I don't speak meWhat's the difference between my lyrics and what you hearin' on MTVPeople fear that if they're steering away from the mainstreamThen their album won't sellWell I could give a F***I'm just goin' to freestyle and spit what's in my gutAnd if you want to you can go and label me consciousBut remember there's a kid at a bus stop beat boxin'Who's life will be effected by what's inside of his Walkman
If you got a pen and a pad put your heart downIf you got a record and can crab lay a scratch downIf you got a marker and a can bomb your art nowIf you got a floor and you're fast kick that I'll style
If you got a pen and a pad put your heart downIf you got a record and can crab lay a scratch downIf you got a marker and a can bomb the whole damn townBut if you live for hip hop don't ever put your hands down
If you got a pen and a pad put your heart downIf you got a record and can crab lay a scratch downIf you got a marker and a can bomb your art nowIf you got a floor and you're fast kick that I'll style
If you got a pen and a pad put your heart downIf you got a record and can crab lay a scratch downIf you got a marker and a can bomb the whole damn townBut if you live for hip hop don't ever put your hands downDon't put your hands down, keep that shit up
We're goin' to rock it like this, do this with meIt goes front, backFront, backFront, backFront, come on
It goes front, backFront, backI said front, backTo my people you know it
Now I don't know if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the carsThat makes people rap like they're trapped inside of these barsThis shit ain't complicated man just be who you areTo busy searching for the light and missing the fact that you're a starNow who's got passion now stand the hell up'Cause I want to hear somebody rapping who's got it inside their cutsOr you can get intricate displaying your fancy cadencesBut if you're not speaking the truth you might as well not be saying shitI said who's going to teach the kids?You'd rather blow up and get famous so you can get some new rimsAll the money in the world can help you look like a starBut money can't buy you the heart to go and put inside your barsAnd I like nice shit tooBelieve me, I got a closet full of Nikes and a whole bunch of Lenore suitsThey'll give you the white tees and the icy earring like the whole youth,Population of hip hop but look beyond it when I record through,These beats 'cause if I don't speak meWhat's the difference between my lyrics and what you hearin' on MTVPeople fear that if they're steering away from the mainstreamThen their album won't sellWell I could give a F***I'm just goin' to freestyle and spit what's in my gutAnd if you want to you can go and label me consciousBut remember there's a kid at a bus stop beat boxin'Who's life will be effected by what's inside of his Walkman
If you got a pen and a pad put your heart downIf you got a record and can crab lay a scratch downIf you got a marker and a can bomb your art nowIf you got a floor and you're fast kick that I'll style
If you got a pen and a pad put your heart downIf you got a record and can crab lay a scratch downIf you got a marker and a can bomb the whole damn townBut if you live for hip hop don't ever put your hands down
