I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop

[Lucacris]
Yeah, 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 verses stay deeper than the ocean
So Hip Hop you owe me a promotion
Yeah, I do a little boastin’ and braggin’
What’s all the commotion and naggin’ about
‘Cause I’m still the champ in the South
‘Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin ‘em out
When they fired and these pink slips I keep handin’ ‘em out
‘Cause this is Theater of 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’ll do it with the beat box, I did it from the start
I’ll do it for the dee jays, I’ll do it for the charts
The Van Gogh flow, Luda 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 stands
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 for the chains 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 for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop

[Nas]
They say I’m so low key, I’m socially awkward
Only niggas that really know me who I talk with
They smile in the light, hate in the dark
You call it beef, to me it’s just a fuckin’ walk in the park
Cause you are who you are when nobody is looking
That’s who you are
So when the cash and cars is gone, the day after tomorrow
Don’t be askin to borrow, ski mask it hard
Like the way you rap in your bars
I could ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors
I’m as live as hive full of predators
Twenty thousands different species of bees
Some half-poisonous sting, some just pollinating their leaves
It’s just like rap, some will buzz some will attack
Compromising their own life in fact
Sixteen years since my first sixteen
Pardon the rest of my niggas
But I’m the best whoever did it


I don’t do 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 for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop
Why we do it kid
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop

[Jay-Z]
Hip Hop, started out in the park
We used to do it to avoid the Narcs
I used to do it so the homeboy Clark can get the fuck off my back
while I knocked off these packs
I used to rap to impress my friends
To past the time while I was gettin’ it in
Just so happens I’m so illegal with the pen
They ain’t want me to do anything illegal again
I lost a lot of dogs to these streets
I got Grammy Awards on these beats
Thank God for Cool Herc
Without this shit I probably would’ve got merked
Shout outs to Grandmaster Flash and to Caz
And even Jaz bum ass
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 shit 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 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 for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
Come on
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop
So, I don’t do for the chains 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 for the chains and the flashin’ rocks
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop
I do it for Hip Hop