| Real hip-hop — You know the essence
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| Yo, it’s hip-hop culture and it’s deep in my veins
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| It’s freedom from a world tryin' to keep me in chains
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| There’s something about music and relieving the pain
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| And keep believing in yourself when they believe is insane
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| The way the drum attacks with a smack of the tracks
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| Swinging like lumberjacks with the crack of an ax
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| It’s how the sound makes you kick back and relax
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| It’s the knowledge in the rhymes, spit rapid and facts
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| It’s the street tails or the ratchets on the crooks
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| In a pocket book city snatchs on the?
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| It’s the dusk on the rcord it’s the scratches on the hooks
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| It’s graffiti on the city wall that catches all the looks
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| Cold as the wind chill airing a breeze
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| Its B-Boys with the windmill flaring a freeze
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| It’s on tour with no budget and Airbnb’s
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| Till I am diseased, music is my Therapy & Peace
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| This is legit rap — I need to make my mark
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| It’s something for me to write this
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| Real hip hop — Lyrical dope shit
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| Think about — Stay focused — Your time has come
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| It’s the independent hustle |
| It’s the struggle in the art
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| It’s expressing all the suffering that is troubling the heart
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| It’s practicing a verse till every word spit great
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| It’s the perfect piece of wax in a dirty milk crate
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| It’s not the cloud that everyone is chasing for miles
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| It’s watching out for the fake emulations of smiles
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| It’s being original, no imitations off styles
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| Staying true to make it through, through tribulations and trials
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| In this race where the finish place
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| Is the space of diminished taste
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| Where the minutes waste
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| And the hours disappear
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| And the dark days dwindle
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| Discarding your heart so the spark stays kindle
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| It’s rocking shows with nobody showing up
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| It’s making something out of nothing and suddenly blowing up
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| It’s the grime with projects. |
| Prepare to be released
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| Till I am diseased, music is my Therapy & Peace
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| This is legit rap — I need to make my mark
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| It’s something for me to write this
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| Real hip hop — Lyrical dope shit
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| Think about — Stay focused — Your time has come |