I Used To Love Hip Hop by The Locust Lyrics
Man I done come up on that •bomber jacket with the matching doo rag era, the boom bap era, the do better where you lack thereof… dope… said I'm 2 bags of that new Jack Herer… who that?... / Call him “do that”, the Wu flag bearer, boy I was dumbing… cuz I never had a lot as a younging… and music let me strategize a plan to rise above it… but shit gets out of hand when you can’t acquire the budget… I gotta be the man if I'ma cut it, used to love hip hop… I used to use it as a drug, hip hop… shit, I used to sweat and blood hip hop, but tell me, what's hip hop? … the heart’s missing, what the fuck, hip hop?... Hear em tell me “Loc, it's just hip hop”… not for me though, I stand… feet planted, demanding a damn standard… spit fire, dance in the ambers, I maintain and advance… though I been hanging on the same slim chance of getting back to what it ain't been, man…
I used to love hip hop (x4)
And even writing this •I can feel it inspiring me… to pursue… the pilot light of this, ignite it and fuel… the fire inside of this booth… I used to light up with the mic in my view… now I'm just writing ‘bout a life that I knew… shit ain't the same no more… shit ain't about what you can bring no more… shit ain't about how you became no more… I hear the same old story… the fuck you think you on that paved road for? We let em take and didn't wage no war? This shit is messed up, why?... Half em wonder when the next gone fly, the odd’s lessen when the rest don’t try, no progression… ain't no process to this logic of digression… top in the opposite direction… feel like we’ve lost • grip of the thought and the knowledge that time's precious… so… god • rest • his soul, and stop stressing… Though… if I'm next to go, this my blessing… cuz everything's gotten so complex…
I used to love hip hop (x4)
And rappers • talking to they fans like they all look bummy… Gucci wallets inside of pockets where Y’ALL put money?... Look… we all struggle, so, it's all good, money… I ain't trying to blame my fans for something god took from me, it's been hard… and what's a man supposed to make from this music when don't nobody wanna pay for this music? Used to relate to this shit… now everybody just so fake in this music? I feel I need a fucking break from this music…
I used to love hip hop… (x4)
I used to love hip hop (x4)
And even writing this •I can feel it inspiring me… to pursue… the pilot light of this, ignite it and fuel… the fire inside of this booth… I used to light up with the mic in my view… now I'm just writing ‘bout a life that I knew… shit ain't the same no more… shit ain't about what you can bring no more… shit ain't about how you became no more… I hear the same old story… the fuck you think you on that paved road for? We let em take and didn't wage no war? This shit is messed up, why?... Half em wonder when the next gone fly, the odd’s lessen when the rest don’t try, no progression… ain't no process to this logic of digression… top in the opposite direction… feel like we’ve lost • grip of the thought and the knowledge that time's precious… so… god • rest • his soul, and stop stressing… Though… if I'm next to go, this my blessing… cuz everything's gotten so complex…
I used to love hip hop (x4)
And rappers • talking to they fans like they all look bummy… Gucci wallets inside of pockets where Y’ALL put money?... Look… we all struggle, so, it's all good, money… I ain't trying to blame my fans for something god took from me, it's been hard… and what's a man supposed to make from this music when don't nobody wanna pay for this music? Used to relate to this shit… now everybody just so fake in this music? I feel I need a fucking break from this music…
I used to love hip hop… (x4)