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Okay Let's go Talk to 'em Harlem Don't you get tired of hearing niggas saying that shit... all the time?! Why don't you just shut the fuck up and rhyme nigga?! [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah Used to run around getting my fight in the streets on Back in the day, before Harlem had a green zone What good is a good education with no direction Like the right to vote but no one to vote for in an election Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection Like a crowd packed in the front, without the mid-section Used to live robbing and stealing and being reckless It took time for my mind to put the ghetto into prespective I used to live in the back of a holding van Used to be off beat like the white girl's shoulder dance I wrote rhymes, acapella, no beat, behind bars Shed blood to make it like the story behind scars I used to be a battle champion in the meanwhile Before some of you little fuckers leared to freestyle Prematurely senile, underground pre-Madonnas I was Oliver North during Iran-Contra 'Cause I never snitched and that's backed by evidence I learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch 'Cause everybody knows how the government do They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on you Evolution from Australpithicus Primitive commerical shit to hard core lyricist Your raps is useless Rappers are dropping like Icarus Technological revolution, nigga picture this [Scratching and Samples] "Motherfuck... motherfucker what?" [Verse 2] Yeah, I told you what it was, but this is what it is now Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the clip now Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting the shit down Fellas put your hands up and all the women strip down That's not misogynist, you ostracist (?) 'cause I could just apocolypse Talk politics to the populus or challenge what the market is With militant carcuses that will snatch the spirit of hip hop out the sarcophagus This is the curse of Tutankhamun, I bring the drama on I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on ramadan Hip hop, reperations, now we taking back the loochie Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce We're tired of being on the outside, looking in Wondering what the fuck hip hop would have been This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy(?) Dominant species, the new breed that won't let you breathe I make you die for I what believe So we got nothing in common, there ain't no comparrison You got beef with niggas, I've got beef with Arians White power Nazi, European Americans Rapping poverty pimps and fake vegetarians The ressurection ripping the ball through the record(?) section Flight connection to the Chechn border for guerialla lessons Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now This ain't Volume 1, I got a grown man's voice now Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva [Scratching and Samples] "Motherfuck... motherfucker what?" I told you what it was But this is what it is now 50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now Fuck your private jet nigga, we shooting the shit down Bomb wall street and make the stock market dip down I told you what it was, but this is what it is now View this shit/if you the shit(?) nigga, I don't care about shit now I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down Melt the ice caps and make all of this shit drown [Scratching and Samples] "No one out there can fuck with me" "Motherfuck... motherfucker what?" "I speak that real shit" "The illest" "To smash the airwaves" "No one out there can fuck with me" "Motherfuck... motherfucker what?" "The illest" "To smash the airwaves" "I ain't gon' tell you motherfuckers again" |
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