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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Talk to ’em
[Verse 1]
I was that kid on the front-room floor
Hand-me-down shoes, holes in the door
Mom yelling bills, dad out late
Only peace I had came off a tape
Turn the volume up, sit close, just zone
Every clever bar felt like my own
Taught me how to stand when the world said “quit”
Gave a broke little heart something solid to spit
They blame every rhyme for the pain they see
But never blame the cuts or the empty fridge, gee
It ain’t these tracks that made us cold
It’s growing up hungry with nowhere to go
[Chorus]
Hip hop ain’t hurt nobody
We just turned scars into something that knock, yeah
They point fingers at the kids in the lobby
But we just learn truth from the tales they drop, yeah
Hip hop ain’t hurt nobody
We just paint life on the spot when it’s rough, yeah
If the world really cared ’bout the bodies
They would fix what’s broke, not silence us (uh)
[Verse 2]
They see a cypher, think crime on sight
I see cousins staying out of that fight
Pen on a page, tryna clear that rage
Better in a verse than a locked-up cage
Every bar, therapy
Every hook, memory
Every chant, remedy
For the weight they never see
Politicians talk like they know our block
Quote two lines then cut the rest of the song
If they heard the tears buried deep in the rhyme
They’d know we just tryna keep breathing on time
[Chorus]
Hip hop ain’t hurt nobody
We just turned scars into something that knock, yeah
They point fingers at the kids in the lobby
But we just learn truth from the tales they drop, yeah
Hip hop ain’t hurt nobody
We just paint life on the spot when it’s rough, yeah
If the world really cared ’bout the bodies
They would fix what’s broke, not silence us (hip hop, hip hop)
Details
GeneratedJan 29, 2026
Duration2:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Boom-bap drums with warm vinyl crackle, neck-snapping swing, and a rubbery bassline; verses in a confident, storytelling male vocal with tight doubles on key punchlines. Hook opens up with crowd-style shouts and subtle choir stabs, light piano chops weaving around the kick and snare. Energy starts laid-back and grows into an anthemic, chantable chorus built for live call-and-response., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Magnet
MagnetModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, hip hop aint hurt no body
