“They Say HipHop” Lyrics, Cover-Art and Video

Posted on August 25, 2011

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“They Say HipHop” is a track written and performed by Mickey Boston, Regimental Oneton and DJ Conn Shawnery. Recorded at studio Conn-Soul, Montreal, “They Say HipHop” was supported by CKUT‘s WEFUNK as DJ Static and Professor Groove played it on their rotation as well as shared the video clip.

By consequence of WEFUNK Radio‘s support, “They Say HipHop” recieved Europeen exposure in which one of our newer fans in Belarus, Oleg D, hit us up with a request for the lyrics o the track and the video. On a sidenote, Mikey the Monkey would like to thank all his fans worldwide for supporting him and giving him the positive words of support he likes to hear…word up.

Mikey the Monkey, protagonist of "They Say HipHop"

They Say HipHop…

(HOOK)

They say: “yo again…
you pack “gun” with your “friend””
you a hoe again… 
Fake steppin in the end…
when I flow again?
You get Truth
in loops…all alone no troops,
don’t drivin’ no coups…

Mickey Boston:

Two turntables and a Mic
headphones on my bike
hiphop all night,
my pad and my pen to my right 
tape deck broken on site…
breakbeats in the candle-light.

All in all and overall: 
I remember Marley Marl
sampling beats in the Fall
Off the hook 
and
off the wall
16 bars to
the jaw: 
Rough, Rugged and Raw”

Bitting vinyls, 
dusty bins and tiles:
my whole plight was a filed pile
got me
going hyper 
like a sniper
in the cypher – 
spitting drunken fire,

now these kids wanna buy a
rim for their tire
so let me take it higher…
Wake Up Show,
Stereo,
Alarm clocks kill dreams
Wild Style went to Style Wars

 …Style Wars tagged doors,
Rhyme Ultra!
4 elements to One Culture
HipHop dead flesh vulture? 
No Soldier!
There’s a war going on outside 
no man is safe from.

I used to Listen to Dave-1
then I rhymed to Tame-1…
Pop, Lock to the the boombox
all around the block:
Flava Flav’s clock
used to tick tock

for the beat to drop
let the needle stop
Hear this:
verse ejaculate like Vesuvius
Hooligans been true to this
been doing this:

since you was a fetus
in your Mother’s uteris
Bucharest to Budapest:
HipHop my no sleep Sudafed.

(HOOK)

They say: “yo again…
you pack “gun” with your “friend””
you a hoe again…  
Fake steppin in the end…
when I flow again?
You get Truth
in loops…all alone no troops, 
don’t drivin’ no coups…

Regimental Oneton:

HipHop is the biggest crock of Bullshit:
bad boys, compete, shoot, spit
when the HipHop starts,
the True Stars Kick positive bars
Th no dope game over those cars…

Good Art:
Doesn’t quest for the cheques,
it stands alone and gets claps from the Vets,
and yet,
the HipHop has got
everyone in the spot
clappin guns 
for Fun
 at Nuns…

and I don’t really wanna Hurt MCs…

I’m BIG like the regular Kids across seas
if you got those hips
don’t brag like a Bitch
Fake Fucks go and get my switch

And I do…
Cause the Fake Fucks, 
me na like you…
…you na like me Man whatcha gonna do?
man you better trinse off
before you get caught… 
Slapped up, capped up, everybody saw.

(HOOK)

They say: “yo again…
you pack “gun” with your “friend””
you a hoe again…  
Fake steppin in the end…
when I flow again?
You get Truth
in loops…all alone no troops,
don’t drivin’ no coups…

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