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Sivion - Live It Up
(from the album Spring of the Songbird)
© copyright 2006, Hip Hop IS Music

INTRO:
If your rap falls off the track, then just pick it up
Beat sounds incomplete, then just fix it up
If the crowd yells for more, then just rip it up
Only in this game for cash, then just give it up

SIVION:
Got a little something to say, so ya’ll listen up
I know ya’ll wanna sit down, but ya’ll getting up
Like this beat from Dert, watch me flip it up
This music comes from the South and I’ma ship it up
North, West, Pacific, ? ? to list it
Hip Hop IS Music, get a clue before you miss it
You gotta hear this label rise to fully gifted men
My team shine within a G that’s unlimited
Your heart is narrow, but we could try to fit this in
A precomposed revolution is what you witnessing
Cuz Sivion, I never asked you to follow whims
Let the blind lead the blind, and I’ll just call my friends
At five o’clock on the dot so I can talk with them
Sintax, Fred B., Billy Blanc and them
See them on the stage with mics, I know you watching them
K IV makes sure to mix this right so we can lock it in

CHORUS:
If your rap falls off the track, then just pick it up
Beat sounds incomplete, then just fix it up
If the crowd yells for more, then just rip it up
Only in this game for cash, then just give it up
If your rap falls off the track, then just pick it up
Beat sounds incomplete, then just fix it up
If the crowd yells for more, then just rip it up
Love what this life can give, then just live it up

THEORY HAZIT:
Yo, real gangstas don’t rap
You just another fan with too much time on your hands
I cock back and aim at the lame, praying they change
Ain’t a thing been done under the sun the same
Shame on the knocker?
I used to love her ‘til these shock clockers
Came in the game with all these colorful names
I’m so and so, I’m this, I’m that
I’m ‘bout as dope as Pookie smoking on crack
Look it, you lose respect quicker then Barry Bonds
If you da bomb, I’m the one who set you off in Vietnam
So, homie, keep calm, stay local, practice your rhymes
You act as if rap is your life, I laugh cuz you lack the divine
Hey yo, junk? man, they blind to the facts
Lying on wax, but take a deep breath, try to relax
Cause most of ya’ll ain’t ever experienced pain
The internet make ya’ll feel like you can spit anything (but naw)

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SIVION:
Give it your all and never fall for deception
Look both ways before you cross the intersection
Listen up cuz you’re the perfect student for this lesson
Watch me conduct a hip hop music resurrection
Revive the funk and put the soul back in the trunk
You can share your thoughts, but I’m not hearing what you thunk
If you claim to be a baller, you just ? ? slam dunks
I heard you do your little rap songs, man, they stunk
Desecrate the stage while you try to get crunk
So much filth in your set, man, that’s why your ship sunk
Can’t handle the wait of your garbage and ice junk
Yeah, you look nice, but stink like a high-priced skunk
You think you’re real sexy like a hip hop punk
But your music’s real iffy, so you flip-flop-flunked
When it comes to giving people what they need before their wants
I commit to serving emcees their whole lunch

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