Представляем точный текст композиции "F.H.H." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста RJD2 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «F.H.H.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую RJD2 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
RJD2 - "F.H.H."
Lyrics to F.H.H. : {Chorus} Keep tryin to keep it real by keepin it raw While half of yall still be keepin it flaw And all the real heads scream Fuck hip hop! Until this mediocre bullshit stops Drug fiends let me show you the route Whos that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house' Its Mota mouth. who' its Mota mouth baby, its Mota mouth Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats So it dont sound like another brothers rap I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas arent able to bite What I bring to the table is height Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got Reason Im hot, theres no other raw season of pot While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101 Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun Not following rules, swallowing crews Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps To all you fake dictionary MCs, get off that Half of yall dont understand your own rhymes and soft batch They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street Take away their dope beat, let em rhyme and they weak And the mic can be a decieving device Muffle your rhymes so they aint clear and concise Have niggas thinking you nice With battle Ill crack all your gear and all your wack raps You cant be saved by your babbling or your backpack Doing it for the love is great but you fake And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make {chorus} Keep tryin to keep it real by keepin it raw While half of yall still be keepin it flaw And all the real heads scream Fuck hip hop! Until this mediocre bullshit stops Drug fiends let me show you the route Whos that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house' Its Mota mouth. who' its Mota mouth baby, its Mota mouth Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping For some clown they dont understand Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe hes hip hop Yall convincing me that most of yall are brainwashed Dug in old hip-hop history Some cats are crap without their tracks cause they weak I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit When even they family got a tape and they wont open the shit I got a big mouth and I aint scared to use it One persons key style allows everyone to abuse it So what the fuckk is your definition of underground' Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound Well I aint part of that, Im tired of rappers garbage Im the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit And I can take a nigga out regardless You can bring your hardest artists and Ill make em heartless Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends for Dont fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboards Just cause lazy niggas use recognisable material Dont mean the dope samples are not original Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks Keyboard beats arent that original, lets face facts That shit was overused in the G-funk era Dont give me that excuse, real MCs want better You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder Like kids who think they words rhyme cause they the suffix Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts You bragging bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap What you angry for, and acting all tense If you innocent be cool, only the guiltys catching offense {chorus} Keep tryin to keep it real by keepin it raw While half of yall still be keepin it flaw And all the real heads scream Fuck hip hop! Until this mediocre bullshit stops Drug fiends let me show you the route Whos that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house' Its Mota mouth. who' its Mota mouth baby, its Mota mouth [ F.H.H. Lyrics ]
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