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conversations.value: Write me a song called I Do It 4 Hip Hop with the following description: The members of Black Hippy spit over the track of the same name, originally by Ludacris from his “Theater Of The Mind” album.
  Their version is featured on Jay Rock’s 30 Day Takeover and Black Hippy’s only project out to date. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
  Full time grinder, Watts City rhymer
  The ghetto Moses tryna get my homies outta bondage
  Need some time to think so I'm rolling up the ganja
  Sneaking out my pores, know I'm blowing on the bombest
  Bars looking nice, my rap smoke polish
  A God on the mic, wack rappers pay homage
  Leader of the new school
  Everytime I bust a rhyme, incredible lines
  When I talk, make em' press rewind
  I do it for Hip-Hop, fuck what you heard
  Do it for my nigga's who voices will never be heard
  Listen, blessed with talent, voice of the young people
  Went from a zero, now my city label me as a hero
  90059, that's where the chopper sing
  Sound so melodic, got problems, that's what the drama brings
  Dog, I'm gutter as ever strivin' for finer things
  1-0-5 Eastbound, swervin' in and out of lanes
  This game filled with a lot of lames
  On the real my nigga, this shit gotta change
  From Cali to Queens, 
  Top Dawg E.N.T
  We the new regime
  [Chorus: Ludacris]
  I don't do it 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 it for the chains and the flashing rocks
  I do it for hip-hop
  I do it for hip-hop
  I do it for hip-hop [Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
  Like, four years ago
  I was writing rhymes in my Chevy Celebrity
  Spittin' the hardness, says Doc Elery
  It's prophecy I shine, ask cashanova
  Burnin' up my notepad tryna ash my doja
  Sober...
  For the game you decayed I sow it up
  You must say yes too much
  Cause you don't know enough
  To match my caliber, I'm a whole new breed
  Ya stamina's shot, I'm movin' like the old .23
  For Hip-Hop, I breath
  Have a seat, I'm a beast
  And I'm ready for war with no peace
  Seems that they forgot to rap, you had to think
  They just wanna be ballers when you see em' on the screen
  But who am I to say the grass ain't green?
  Who am I to say the next generation don't share the same vision as we?
  I will say this, it's less likely
  As me having clean piss
  Rest in peace
  Omar Jones
  Your spirit's in my lyrics when I flow
  Became the number one prospect
  All because I keep it true, I don't do it for the coupe, what, what [Chorus: Ludacris]
  I don't do it 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 it for the chains and the flashing rocks
  I do it for hip-hop
  I do it for hip-hop
  I do it for hip-hop
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Draped in stone like I gazed at Medusa
  Download my audio and blow up your computers
  Spit that conglomerate shit, the shit that you ain't used to
  Shit so strong, the unborn can smell it in the future
  They'll sell it and they’ll shoot ya
  A Mom and Pop store sold out
  And the fan killed the clerk over my music
  Is that real?
  Realer than me at 16, writing sixteens, battled and dismantled six teens
  All for the love of hip-hop, I would still rap
  Even if Rodman came back and my disc flopped
  Thats an analogy built with substance
  Fuck an award, my metaphor is for the public
  You forging your signature on my culture then insult the great K.Dot
  I gotta catapult you, bye bye
  I wake up in the morning then compose a bar
  Flow reckless like the first time you driven a car
  Perfected, from years of dedication
  Wrote my first 50 songs and then I graduated
  With my bachelor's
  And if you hearing this verse, I probably got my masters
  And by the end of this verse, I'm your favorite rapper [Chorus: Ludacris]
  I don't do it 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 it for the chains and the flashing rocks
  I do it for hip-hop
  I do it for hip-hop
  I do it for hip-hop
  [Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]
  Coming from where diplomas don't matter
  Backpacks still carry the work
  Big burner under the shirt
  Shit, I just wanted her purse
  Kill a bitch, then hit the studio to murder a verse
  I'm just getting it in
  Reminiscing about the time when I was stressing to rhyme
  Started getting better, shit I'm destined to shine
  Clip load up
  Fuck it nigga, back to the crime
  Profession of pro skaters couldn't fuck with my grind
  Still stuck with a nine
  Shooting like MJ in his prime
  You motherfuckers know what it is
  Straight splatter your wig
  Let your mother know its personal
  And murder your kids
  Little nieces buried in anchovies
  Rap Lebron, Kobe
  Hip-hop, shit, no matter what I'm talking
  Cough on the beat and it's abortion
  Murder motherfuckers, straight extortion
  Live on the beat
  Who wanna compete?
  Down in Miami spitting heat, straight tragic
  Move to Orlando, working magic
  Cocaine balls out the cabinet
  Uncut, raw, whole ransom
  Anybody can get it, I'm fully committed to Hip-Hop, ha
  [Chorus: Ludacris]
  I don't do it 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 it for the chains and the flashing rocks
  I do it for hip-hop
  I do it for hip-hop
  I do it for hip-hop