Sphere of Hip Hop
[Verse 1]
It's there and it's here, it's far and it's near
All my hopes and all my fears are manifested in the sphere
It's distorted but it's clear, it's my enemy and my peer
It's as wack as radio rap and it's doper than Premier
It's all of what you see and it's all of what you hear
It's Def Jams, it's So So Def, it's On Def Ears
It makes you cheer and lets you chill, it saves and it kills
It's unbelievably creative and it's run of the mill
It's fake and it's real, it's politics and it's skills
It takes up all my money, but it pays all of my bills
Still it's simple to decipher and difficult to discern
It's hip-hop, it's paid in full, it's hard to earn
It's you must learn and I got it made, it's who's the man
It's brothers gotta work it out, it's parents just don't understand
It's overblown and underhanded, Pacific to Atlantic
Watching all your dreams get shattered and all your wishes granted
Where ignorance runs rampant and knowledge reigns supreme
Where loyalty's highly regarded but everybody switches teams
It's closet aficionados and It's microphone fiends
It's where we say what we mean by any means for Elohim
It's all that you despise and everything that you hold dear
It's war and peace, it's this and that, it's hip-hop and it's the sphere
It's all that you despise and everything that you hold dear
Yin and Yang, it's love and hate, it's hip-hop and it's the sphere
[Verse 2]
It's up and it's down, It's free and it's bound
It's sight and it's sound, it's mainstream, it's underground
Profound and common sense, it's past and present tense
It's dollars, it's cents it's guilt it's innocence
It's bent and it's sober, it's on my mind and on my shoulders
It's the Bronx, it's Queensbridge, I forgot, the bridge is over
It's New York, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Minnesota
It's hip-hop, it's even freaking North and South Dakota
It's contained within my headphones but still it blows my speakers
It's big willie wannabes and it's Poor Righteous Teachers
It's living for the moment and it's dying over nothing
It's we're all in the same gang and it's headed for self destruction
It's tougher than leather, it's no one can do it better
It's ripping a freestyle and it's your writtens to the letter
It's a sling and a stone and it's fully automatic
It's the sphere of hip-hop, peace to Plastic
Esfera del Hip Hop
[Verso 1]
Está allí y está aquí, está lejos y está cerca
Todas mis esperanzas y todos mis miedos se manifiestan en la esfera
Está distorsionado pero es claro, es mi enemigo y mi par
Es tan malo como el rap de radio y es más genial que Premier
Es todo lo que ves y todo lo que escuchas
Son Def Jams, es So So Def, es en oídos sordos
Te hace animar y te deja relajarte, salva y mata
Es increíblemente creativo y es de lo más común
Es falso y es real, son políticas y son habilidades
Se lleva todo mi dinero, pero paga todas mis cuentas
Aún así es simple de descifrar y difícil de discernir
Es hip-hop, está pagado en su totalidad, es difícil de ganar
Es que debes aprender y yo lo tengo hecho, es quién es el hombre
Son hermanos que tienen que resolverlo, son padres que simplemente no entienden
Es exagerado y deshonesto, del Pacífico al Atlántico
Viendo cómo todos tus sueños se desmoronan y todos tus deseos se cumplen
Donde la ignorancia se desborda y el conocimiento reina supremo
Donde la lealtad es muy valorada pero todos cambian de equipo
Son aficionados ocultos y son adictos al micrófono
Es donde decimos lo que queremos decir por cualquier medio para Elohim
Es todo lo que desprecias y todo lo que valoras
Es guerra y paz, es esto y aquello, es hip-hop y es la esfera
Es todo lo que desprecias y todo lo que valoras
Yin y Yang, es amor y odio, es hip-hop y es la esfera
[Verso 2]
Está arriba y está abajo, está libre y está atado
Es vista y es sonido, es mainstream, es underground
Profundo y sentido común, es pasado y presente
Son dólares, son centavos, es culpa, es inocencia
Está torcido y está sobrio, está en mi mente y en mis hombros
Es el Bronx, es Queensbridge, olvidé, el puente está acabado
Es Nueva York, Los Ángeles, Atlanta, Minnesota
Es hip-hop, incluso en el maldito Norte y Sur de Dakota
Está contenido en mis auriculares pero aún así hace explotar mis parlantes
Son aspirantes a grandes y son Pobres Maestros Justos
Es vivir el momento y morir por nada
Es que todos estamos en la misma pandilla y vamos hacia la autodestrucción
Es más duro que el cuero, nadie puede hacerlo mejor
Es improvisar y son tus escritos al pie de la letra
Es una honda y una piedra y es completamente automático
Es la esfera del hip-hop, paz a Plastic