| Yes, yes, ladies and gentlemen
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| I’ll like to thank you for your support, love
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| Not only to me, but to the whole hip-hop industry itself
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| We as a whole, we’ve been weathering in the Storm
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| From the start, 30-plus years ago to now
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| But uh, like all weapons of hate, we perceiver
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| So allow me to speak not only for me But on behalf of the hip-hop coalition
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| Every hood, every ghetto across the United States of America
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| Yea, as a youngin’I was sittin'- spittin’sponge-in'
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| Just learnin’the life, and Christ second comin'
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| Well mannered and nice, got advice from women
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| But when the money get tight, the stomach start grumblin'
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| It was some of then, wasn’t all Hammers then
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| Went in the Benz, it was kingpin and bubblin'
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| We started huddlin', puttin’in, and jugglin'
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| A shear later we straight, no more strugglin'
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| But that was only the start
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| The love between homey started fallin’apart
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| I guess anything’s addictive when it’s callin’your heart
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| Death and incarceration had us all in the dark
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| We was done, some’ll say «we had a beautiful run»
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| And the beauty is skin deep was beneath the slums
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| I was numb, that was like speakin’in tongues
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| So relax, I adapt within a week I was sprung
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| Spoke facts on the track, it’s like squeezin’a gun
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| No more crack, all the boys on my back hearin'"RUN"
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| Yea, I changed &came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap &Kane
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| I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin’my brain
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| But the ways is the most high is to preserve to explain
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| It was the fame, that focused me, perfected my game
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| And like that, there’s so many others that this rap will remain
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| And in exchange, we give fans the force of the reign
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| To feed, nurture, and breed, and be the voice of the slain
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| It’s a shame, but that real shit come wit the life
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| And in order to obtain you gotta sacrifice
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| It’s like cuttin’your bitch shorter, don’t pass on fights
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| I’ma tourer, so you know all my facts is right
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| Plus my Aurora is like used spoilers on the porch at night
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| So be polite, just go for them critics that write
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| This is Rap, we from the hood, just tryin’to get a slice
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| Some’ll bite, but the most just coast wit ice
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| And rock a little chain, get a little brain
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| Ha ha-ha ha, yea, hey, it is what it is You know Rap has no rules
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| See my enlightener he-he once told me once said
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| «If there is no devilish-men, then there won’t be Godliness»
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| «One can’t exist without the other»
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| Knaw’mean?, it’s like a Doctor is only needed to heal
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| And he caters to the sick, so the sick must exist, ya heard?
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| A Minister — he only gives sermon to — uh you know —
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| Those seeking for forgiveness — so them sinners must exist
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| You know? |
| it’s simple simplistic, ha ha-ha ha It’s AZ the GOD — Constantine — Quiet Money for life
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| +This is What I Do+, I’m here |