Carry On Tradition
    (专辑: Hip Hop Is Dead - 2006)
    
    Yeah, niggas want to talk about this rap shit  Niggas want to talk about this money  About these cars, these homes, these labels  Clothes, sneakers, big money shit  Now everybody trying to get rich  Now get rich niggas, fuck it   Some rap pioneers be them crackheads  When they speak, you see missing teeth  Silver chain with a 
silver piece  Niggas your grandfather's age, they pants still hanging down they legs, talking about they ain't paid  And they hate you, 'cause they say you ain't pay dues  And Sylvia Robinson was stealing and robbing them  I 
feel it's a 
problem we gotta resolve  Hip-Hop been dead, we the 
reason it died  Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost  It's because we can't see ourselves as the 
boss  Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred  The 
Jewish stick together, friends in high places  We on some low level shit, we don't want niggas to ever win  See, everybody got a 
label  Everybody's a 
rapper, but few flow fatal  It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables   When they crown you and you rise up to your position  Carry on tradition  When they knight you, then you go to fight  Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition  Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition  Carry on tradition  When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition   Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards  With their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness  I 
got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it  Let's see who can quote a 
Daddy Kane line the 
fastest  Some of you new rappers, I 
don't understand your code  You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode  Do anything to get in the 
game, mixtapes  You spit hate against bosses; hungry fucks are moralless  You should be tossed in a 
pit full of unfortunate vocalists  Niggas, I 
could've wrote your shit  I 
had off-time, was bored with this  I 
could've made my double-LP  Just by sampling different parts of Nautilus  Still came five on the 
charts with zero audience  The 
lane was open and y'all was dropping that garbage shit  Y'all got awards for your bricks – it got good to ya  You started telling them bigger dogs to call it quits?! What?   When they crown you and you rise up to your position  Carry on tradition  When they knight you, then you go to fight  Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition  Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition  Carry on tradition  When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition   Now niggas got the 
studio popping, it's mad clearer  Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us  The 
live-in-the-park sound versus the 
studio state of art sound.  We on the 
charts now  From British Walkers and Argyles  Look at us rap stars now, with our black cars now  Fortune 500 listed, brunches, Cipriani's  Sipping, blunted, with rich white guys around me  Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up  Because I'm what? Every dime lust  We used to be a 
ghetto secret; can't make my mind up  If I 
want that or the 
whole world to peep it  Now carry on tradition  Fuck a 
bum wack rapper making his career out of dissing  Peace to the 
struggling artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em,  I 
promise I 
carry on tradition   When they crown you and you rise up to your position  Carry on tradition  When they knight you, then you go to fight  Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition  Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition  Carry on tradition  When you rep what we rep, then carry on tradition