Fake, Fake, Fake, Records, Records:


Some of these words are by Dead Prez. I will identify their words in orange. My words will be in black.

Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
All my dogs

These guys count, say uh, and like their friends.

Fake, Fake, Fake, Fake Records, Records

They think most records realeased are fake, and are setting up their song.

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

It is bigger than hip hop, so what do they have to say about it all? Let's listen...

Uh, one thing bout music, when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold
In the real world, these just people with ideas
They're just like me and you when the smoke and cameras disappear
Again the real world (world),
it's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1, 2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts
If you're a fighter, rider, biter , flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high, then just say it
But then if you're a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire
I'm gonna know it when I play it

This guy, he does the whole first verse right there. He and I both know that when music hits your brain you feel really good. Me and this guy also know that white folks say it controls your brain. Stupid crackas! They're lying, again! But me and this guy know that. We're ready for that type of thing to happen. These guys are then wondering where their guns are, where their friends are hiding. Because these guys would rather attack the crackas in the City Hall buildings, then just sit back and take all of this nonsense.

They go on to say that the records that get sold in popular music don't reflect on the money that those people are getting. They may sell a lot of records, but they're still broke. These people making the music are just regular people after their music videos get done filming. And all of their music videos are the same, the same scenes, the same directors, the same stupid bullshit that you always see.

They also don't like misogyny in music these days. They have wives or girlfriends and they respect those women.

It doesn't matter who are, because if you're making records, and they don't reflect on who you really are, then everyone will know.

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

It's still more important than rap music, that's right Dead Prez. Why don't you tell us more? Oh, wait, the other guy is about to. Here's what he says...

Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they're gonna get us all
I'm down for runnin up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not
MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug, r & b, rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all dont here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance?
A beamer, a necklace or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa hate, I just stay awake
This real hip hop, and it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block
They call it....

So this guy starts out asking a common question. He asks who killed the Notorious BIG. I wonder the same thing sometimes. Because that guy could rap well, and he got shot and killed in Brooklyn in March of 1997. It's been over 10 years now and they still don't know who killed him. Tupac was supposed to have been murdered in September of 1996 in Las Vegas. And they say he died on Friday the 13th of September of 1996. Although he was shot on September 9th of that same year. But they never had a funeral for that guy. He also still makes new songs. He had a music video that came out in 1998 where he was driving a car that didn't come out until 1999. That car was a Volkswagon Beetle Convertable. Like maybe 500 people had those in 1998 as it was before they were officially released to the public. People that worked for Volkswagon and people that worked at car dealerships had them, though. Maybe Tupac works for VW? Or owns a car dealership somewhere?

So they wonder if most people would rather have nice cars, and expensive or a nice life.

But they don't get down on that, they just keep on keepin' on.

They're gonna go ahead and keep making music until the police leave their neighboorhoods alone. I sometimes wish that the police would leave my neighboorhood, too. And my old one in Columbus. And the one before that one in Fairborn. Pesky 5-0 buggers don't know when to leave people alone anymore. They'll arrest you every time you leave your house if they want to. And if you don't leave your house they'll come into your house and take you out of it if they think they can charge you with something. Then they'll arrest you anyway, even if they can't charge you for anything. It happens everyday, in every state in the US. It happens in every country in the world with a police force. All of them. This happens thousands of times per day all around the world. Easily a million times a year. Easily. I have the stats on that somewhere, too.

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Yeah, guys, you told us that. We still believe you, too.

Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunked up
John Blazed and shit what

Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunked up
John Blazed and shit what

John Blaze is the guy who made the beat for this song. He makes a lot of good beats. A lot of the greatest songs in rap were produced by that guy. They call themselves DP, cause they're named Dead Prez. They have crazy shit to say and they keep it crunk. But this song came out way before Lil John made being crunk cool. DP always crunk. They stay crunked up. This song came out in the year 2000. Before and after that they keep going strong and making songs that they want to make.

They may also be hard of hearing, they say what a lot.

Fake, fake, fake records

Yeah, records are fake these days. You guys were right again.

These guys predict the future all of the time.

Keep it up, dudes.

Maybe you men can tell me when to buy milk when it's cheaper. Or maybe when people will be able to afford gas again, if ever. Only you guys seem to know these things. Tell me sooner than later though, cause I'd like to be able to take aimless roadtrips again someday. And also be able to buy a lot of milk when I get there. I like drinking milk and driving, but not usually at the same time.

I loves me some Dead Prez, too. While driving or whilst drinking milk. They make my milk taste crunked up and more awesome than usual. That's a good thing, I suppose. Crunk Milk will be the next big fad out of Japan. It'll be huge in the USA by March of 2009.

Believe it.