Dead Prez Lyrics
I just heard the song 'hip hop' by Dead Prez....
*The money shot*-->

Talkin' bout how much money they got
All y'all records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, R & B
Rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material
--Dead Prez

Booyah.....Sorta like the Streets:

Turn the page on the day, walk away
'Cause they're sensing what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But I don't know 'em
Or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting
I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show yer face on TV, then we'll see
You're can't do half, my crew laughs
At yer rhubarb and custard verses
Yer rain down curses but I'm waving,
Yer hearse is driving by
Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
--The Streets

....Kind of an ugly way to refer to biggie and tupac, but it is creative.