I do it for hip-hop, I do it for hip-hop, I do it for hip-hop Now this is what they call poetry in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion It's my daily devotion, that verse that stay deeper than the ocean So hip-hop, you owe me a promotion Yeah, yeah, I do a little boasting and bragging What's all the commotion and nagging about? Cause I'm still the champ in the South Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep dragging them out When they fire these pink slips, I'm handing them out Cause this is theater of the mind Consider it a sign of what's to come next My money's just fine, bank filled with dumb checks Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop bombs like Mr. Funk Flex But I don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart I do it with the beatbox, I did it from the start I do it for the DJs, I do it for the charts The Van Gogh flow, Lou to do it cause it's art I do it for the fans, I do it on command I do it for the front row, I do it for the stand I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block And since nine years old, I did it for hip-hop I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't do it for the chains and the flashing rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop They say I'm so low-key, I'm socially awkward Only niggas who really know me who I talk with They smiling and like, hating the dark You call it beef to me, it's just a *** walk in the park Cause you are who you are when nobody's looking That's who you are, so when the cash in the cars is gone The day after tomorrow, don't be asking the ball Ski masks get hard like the way you wrapping your balls I could ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors I'm as live as a hive full of predators 20,000 different species of bees Some have poisonous stings, some just pollinate leaves Like rap, some just buzz, some will attack Compromise they own life, in fact 16 years since my first 16 Pardon the rest of my niggas, but I'm the best who ever did it I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't do it for the chains and the flashing rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop Hip-hop started out in the park We used to do it to avoid the knocks I used to do it so the homeboy Clark could get the *** off my back While I knocked off these packs I used to rap to impress my friends To pass the time while I was getting it in Just so happens I'm so illegal with the pen They ain't want me doing anything illegal again I lost a lot of dogs to these streets I got Grammy Awards on these beats Thank God for Kool Herc Without this *** I probably would've got merc Shout out to Grandmaster Flash and the cast And even Jazz Bumass Hip-hop helped me wash my rocks These other rappers couldn't wash my socks That's why I took the number one slot The realest *** in rap comes from my voice box Lord knows when I was on my clock I probably never would've stopped Thank God for hip-hop I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't do it for the chains and the flashing rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop Hip-hop Now this is what they call poetry in motion Now this is what they call poetry in motion Now this is what they call poetry in motion Now this is what they call poetry in motion I don't do it for the cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't do it for the chains and the flashing rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop