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Saturday, July 21, 2007

Yo. Are you a Pimp? A Hustler? No, I'm not.

I've been talking to my 13 year old son about old school rap.  It's been fun introducing him, to what is for him, a whole new generation of hip hop.  Back in the day, my brother and I were big time fans of Kung Fu Theater every Saturday morning.  (I grew up in Niagara Fall, N.Y.)  I know you'll recall this karate laced video from Jeru the Damaja.

Some people act as if consciously responsible hip hop is hard to find.   Either they don't want to find it, or they are looking in the wrong places.   Check out the lyrics below.  Then stop by Jeru's site and hit him up.

Here's a blast from the past...big ups to Jeru, keep holding us down with more like it!


Jeruthedamaja_wrathofthemath

You're Playin' Yaself

Intro: Jeru 
 
Yo  are you a pimp  a hustler? 
No I'm not. 
Are you a man  and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes? 
Yes I can. 
Are you willing  to go out there and save the lives of our children   
even if it means losing your own life? 
Yes I am. 
I believe you Jeru  you're ready. 
*You've no no nothing to worry about*
 
 
Verse One: 
 
Now  I don't push a Lex 
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next 
All, these so called players up in the rap game 
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine 
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats 
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks 
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow 
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello 
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo 
Never received currency for moving a kilo 
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow 
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo 
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's 
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints 
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth 
Tight case for the DA from here to down South 
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth 
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself 
 
Chorus:
 
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself 
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself 
With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself 
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself 
 
With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself 
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself 
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself 
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself 
 
Verse Two: 
 
Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city 
I refined a few I met, around the country 
The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question 
Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections 
And sisters with good minds, get no respect when 
Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section 
of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab 
I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft 
Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted 
Black women, make sure you're respected 
When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall shit, let em know 
from jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant 
Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth 
Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself 
 
Chorus: 
 
With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself 
With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself 
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself 
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself 
 
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself 
With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself 
With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself 
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself 
 
Verse Three: 
 
Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs 
in the projects, or use mics to sell sex 
Niggaz, nowadays is all about this 
So much ying yang, it's ridiculous 
If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors 
And these record companies shake em down like mobsters 
But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas 
Always fakin moves, never, makin moves 
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down 
you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot 
for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled 
with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers 
all battered and bruised, on the streets 
Won't see snakes on my feet 
The race is on, but I won't compete 
In this competition, because I have a greater mission 
I hope that you listen 
Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life 
and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself 
 
Chorus:
 
So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself 
And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin yaself 
And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself 
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself 
 
And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin yaself 
And all that big gun talk money you're playin yaself 
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself 
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself 
 
*Posdnous: "I don't play

 

Jeruthedamaja_factsheet http://www.lyricsdownload.com/jeru-the-damaja-ya-playin-yaself-lyrics.html

http://consciousrap.org/

http://www.thedamaja.com/jeru_main.htm

 

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