Hoover Music

[Hook]
You got the mic, people, so called street cred
The radio, the TV, the world wide web
But we can't do nothing with what you said
Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds
Hoover Music

[Verse 1]
How you gonna make music when you take music
And abuse it to make my crew sick so nobody else can use it
More than just some non-singin', drug slingin', Hollywood swingin'
Fling, sing, is it rating or raping?
No more taping, but somebody still regulating
These love to hate songs and y'all know that's wrong
Anything for the money, tough guy
BET, MTV, P-I-C, the M-I-C, the P-I-G
Honestly, this policy be killin' me
Good for who, good for what
Is your mind body soul better from it?
Tell me why do y'all love it?
Songs meant to send you to prison
Bids to influence a million and a half kids

[Hook]
You got the mic, people, so called street cred
The radio, the TV, the world wide web
But we can't do nothing with what you said
Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds
Hoover Music

[Verse 2]
Mon-stars lurking the planet fame
One hand in your pocket, one hand in your brain
Sucking your soul like some video game
And I don't even understand what the F you sayin'
Who's consumin' the boom as they vacuum your room
Shake your boom boom as they finance your doom
You think it's romance just because you could dance
That Black exec you know, he did not stand a chance
Trapped in the middle of what you be doin'
Increased market position, down to what ;and how you listen
Came in this game, never thought that I'd ever
See hip-hop, the game, in the name of J. Edgar

[Hook]
You got the mic, people, so called street cred
The radio, the TV, the world wide web
But we can't do nothing with what you said
Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds
Hoover Music

[Verse 3]
From the cats told crap, young rappers gettin' trapped
Buying the same of trick on some of the same old tracks
The rich stackin' chips, poor banging with new slang
In the ghost and the shadow of your government name
Made in the USA, fighting the power in Brooklyn
To grinnin' and juicin' while your law be crooked
Say you don't know me or owe me or us
In my disgust, interrupting my Black August so I fuss
'Cause these white kids confusing the worst of us
Sex and drink songs, fight clubs gettin' they strip on
Gangs of kids who copy what they did, both coasts are clear
Some people got no idea who sent 'em here

[Hook]
You got the mic, people, so called street cred
The radio, the TV, the world wide web
But we can't do nothing with what you said
Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds
Hoover Music

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