Pubblicità Red Bull Tv “Scopri un mondo di danza”: titolo canzone dello spot

Da maggio 2018 è in rotazione il nuovo spot Red Bull Tv denominato “Scopri un mondo di danza“, quello dove i protagonisti sono alcuni abili ballerini che mettono i mostra quel che sono in grado di fare.

Ci hanno chiesto quale sia il titolo della canzone protagonista della pubblicità e chi la canta. Beh ho buone notizie perché sono in grado di rispondere a tali domande.

Il brano si chiama Hip Hop ed è stato scritto ed interpretato dai Dead Prez, duo hip hop statunitense formato dai rapper Stic.Man e M-1. Pubblicata il 30 marzo 1999, la canzone ha anticipato il rilascio dell’album d’esordio Let’s Get Free, uscito l’8 febbraio del 2000. scritto dal duo e prodotto con la collaborazione di Hedrush. A seguire il testo.

Testo Hip Hop – Dead Prez

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Fake (fake) Records (records)
Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2
Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh
All my dogs

It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 1: M-1]
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 fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react
Back to beats, it don’t reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll
Whether your project’s put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real 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 a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent with a wire
I’m gon’ know it when I play it

[Hook]
It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 2: stic.man]
Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don’t get them, they gon’ get us all
I’m down for running up on them crackers in their city hall
We ride for y’all, all my dogs, stay real
Nigga don’t think these record deals gon’ feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not
MC’s get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talking 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 don’t hear 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 or 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 ‘til we get the po-po off the block
They call it…

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

DPZ got that crazy shit
We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shitUh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit what