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| I shouldn’t give a fuck right?
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| It’s a bad look, but what’s worse?
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| Saying something that I know Is right
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| Or not saying nothing, When these fucking clowns
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| Disrespect who you love, Who’s a sucker then?
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| I do this for my culture to my very last breath
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| Screaming death to the culture vultures
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| Screaming death to the …
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| For all the dues I pay For all the crews I slay
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| For all the fights I’ve fought
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| For all the mics I’ve rocked
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| For every crate I carry
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| Every rapper I bury
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| Every rapper that I love Is laying In the cemetary
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| Every dollar I spent And every night I went hungry
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| 'Cos I’ve bought rap albums When I saved
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| My lunch money
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| Every time I had a memory
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| Attached to a song
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| Soundtrack to my life
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| Thank god this is long
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| Every song I dedicated
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| That got me some ass
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| And for the walkman in my back
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| That always got me through class
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| This is for my squad
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| Demigodz for life
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| I wouldn’t even be here If It wasn’t
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| For Open Mic
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| and If It wasn’t for Celph and me
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| And Louie out in Harlem I sacrifice my life for the mic
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| Not for stardom
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| Every rhyme I wrote and note books
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| I filled MC’s I killed Studios I’ve chilled
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| Every time I billed with dudes who I look up to
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| For those who fronted Fuck you I could prolly crush you
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| This is for the underdogs and underachievers for all my
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| Blown speakers the Amps and receivers
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| An addict for sneakers
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| This Is for all the professors and teachers
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| Consider that as a death threat for vultures and leeches
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| Nas verses that sound like Malcolm X speeches
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| And every corner of the planet that this Rap reaches
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| I do this for my culture to my very last breath
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| Screaming death to the culture vultures
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| I do this for my culture to my very last breath
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| Screaming death to the culture vultures
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| For every sucker I diss to dismiss Now they cease
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| To exist For the clones that I’ve crushed
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| Turn they bones into dust
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| For the snakes who deceive
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| And I ain’t even believe All of the swagger they leave
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| I’m brushing off of my sleeves
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| For the tapes I wore out
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| With all the titles rubbed off For these vultures they soft
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| Tell the fakes to Fuck off
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| All the cyphers where I’ve stood
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| For every borough and 'hood And for the freestyles
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| I kicked the show them rappers was good
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| And If you counted all the notebooks I purchase
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| To scribble these verses You could probobly
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| Cover the Earths surface
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| For miles on the whip
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| All the styles I’ve flipped
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| For all the talk behind my back
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| And all the smiles I get
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| Cause I really pay dues
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| Fuck YouTube views
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| an If I keep killing mics
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| I know I never lose For the fans For my fam
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| For the man I am Pan Ams to Japan suitcase in my hand
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| For Connecticut I had to put my state on the map
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| And for these fuckers tryin to take Rap I’m taking
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| It back
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| For the posters on my wall magazines I cop
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| 12 inches I drop in Long Island’s cop shop
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| For them Nike sneakers
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| For those nights staying out past curfew with Jerk
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| Crew knowing If you get caught Your parents will
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| Hurt you
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| For these motherfucking vampires sucking us dry
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| I hope you choke on a dick and get nut in your eye
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| Bitch…
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| I do this for my culture to my very last breath
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| Screaming death to the culture vultures
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| I do this for my culture to my very last breath
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| Screaming death to the culture vultures |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death to the Culture Vultures , by - Apathy. Song from the album Honkey Kong, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп