Hush

Let It Breathe

Hush


Verse 1: Hush 
I was born with the rhythm before Ra had hit 'em 
Before Pac had spit 'em with shots full of venom 
And glocks was to kill him Big Poppa was the villian 
Jay Roc-A-Fella'd 'em Dre split with Suge and them 
Way before any before had ever tooken it 
Look at where we shook it before there was a hook in it 
(Yeah) Cops threw the book at it 
Crooks was in the kitchen and b-boys was cookin' it 
Hot flame on a track who got game? 
A lot came after the wack had got play 
Shots rang out on a night then cops came 
And locked hip-hop in a cell & stopped play 
And Radio (Raheem) said 'D muthafucka!? with Love & Hate 
Fists of full fury like The Roots said (You Got Me) 
I loved you death ever since Eric B. For President (uh) 

CHORUS 
You have given me everything I need to see 
What I need to be somehow you have set me free 
Been right by my side everyday throughout my life 
Now I know this time I can really blow your mind 

So catch your breath & let it breathe x 2 

Verse 2: Hush 
I gotta bring it back for the street with a track for rap listeners 
Back with a beat and a clap for that sinister rap 
That ministers yap about it's evil in fact 
What you're singing is wack I can't listen to it 
It's all crap it's sad what you're doing to it 
So sad so there's no sense in grooving to it 
(Yeah right) Rock Steady's moving it 
Ain't No Half Steppin' and Kane's out there proving it (uh) 
Hip-Hop on the screen we Krush Grooves 
Beat Street's, Breakin' Electric Boogaloo 
So fresh and def plus we're Top Billin' 
In full effect you know we're cold chillin' 

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Verse 3: Talib Kweli 
Send a salute to Masta Ace and Craig G the original Jay-Z 
Style original flav the style take a bow 
It feel good that's my word like the 1st time I heard Illmatic 
The feeling I still have it and like 2nd verse from Stop, Look & Listen 
Like Pac bustin' shots at cops who tried to hit him and not 
Going to prison at least for that 
Fuck Tha Police was that shit! STREET CLASSIC (yeah!) 
We're so creative when we speakin' in a native tongue 
The Tribe, De La Soul, Jungle Brothers were my favorite ones 
I seen Run DMC at The Palladium 
And KRS rock the projects like a stadium 
It gave me chills like when Amir played the drums 
'Til we started making sums now it's fuck you pay me 
Carry on the family name, still my mama baby 
Cuz they laid the foundation and let hip-hop raise me 

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OUTRO 

(Talib Kweli) 
C'mon admit it this shit is too fly 
The rhymes that I say you just can't deny 
Because 100% is what I give it) 
I haunt the house with the hip-hop spirit 

(Hush) 
Emcee's masters of creativity 
Rappin' is the activity 
Rhyme is a sport, let it be taught that 
Hush & Kweli is taking no shorts