| Have you forgotten
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| Only a few, will understand and appreciate
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| What’s about to happen
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| Now when you outside the room
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| The beats sound different
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| You can’t hear the sample
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| But the drums still kickin
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| And you move in a whole nother
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| Groove when you tune in
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| Hip Hop I love you
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| You saved my life
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| And I will turn up and destroy
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| Whoever try dim your light
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| Rare species
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| Pay attention if you get to meet me
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| 86' Revolver
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| Blow you out your
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| At least be
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| Man enough to throw shots back
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| I’d rather that
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| Than be a victim of police contact
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| I’m from the bottom of the map
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| My hood is in the bisque
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| Deepstar 6
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| A lot of ninjas
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| Coulda been the shit
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| I ain’t tryna be the nicest
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| I’m tryna be the be the one
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| That make you think a couple times
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| Before you settle when you writing
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| Instead of getting nicey
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| I spending they cheque
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| On building homes, schools in every city
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| Where I might be
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| It’s likely I’m the one
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| Be careful when you invite me
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| They forgot so we gotta let them know again
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| Get back to making good joints
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| Cause that’s what rap is about
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| Don’t ever listen to what nobody’s sayin
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| Wait a minute, listen
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| Ta nah, I’m not buying it
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| They forgot, so we gotta let them know again
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| Some dumb ass kid now is believing in the lie now
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| Don’t ever listen to what nobody’s sayin
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| Get back to making good joints
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| Cause that’s what rap is about
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| There’s no need to question the gods
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| Try walking a mile
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| Cause the shoes
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| They ain’t steppin in large
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| Like a ninja on the
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| Stressed in the yard
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| Bout to hit the library
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| Tryna lessen the charge
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| I’m focused
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| You’d think I had blinders on
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| Can’t stop cause the grind is long
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| Drop knowledge for the youth
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| When I rhyme a song
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| Cause rap is like the system
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| They don’t give a fuck if your mind is
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| Global wealth not self power
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| So we sell flour
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| Straight up
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| Like the 12th hour
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| Death getter
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| Spit life
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| Got my own lane
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| Barbeque beats with the verse
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| Like propane
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| I be on the lookout
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| And you can get added to the cookout
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| Not enough fingers for who I took out
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| So hop up on my bandwagon playa
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| Cause if you spit fire
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| I’m a dragonslayer
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| Let’s go
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| Yo
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| I try to educate the youths
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| But they don’t listen
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| They’d rather cook coke
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| Bag it up on grandma’s dishes
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| Can’t blame em man
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| I did the same thing
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| Hustling for days
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| Hail, sleet, snow and rain
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| Times changed now
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| Campers on every corner
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| Dunno who snitching
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| Everybody phone got camcorders
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| You tell on me dawgs
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| I kidnap your granddaughter
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| Murder the little bitch
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| Go catch a tan in Florida
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| Hip hop is sold out
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| Cheap relic disciple
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| X ray my medula
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| It looks like a rifle
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| Doctors runnin out the room
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| They dropping bibles
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| Queens psycho
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| Nutso
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| I hold the title
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| No survival
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| Yeah you drowning in my verbal flood
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| sworn
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| I’ll get it in blood
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| You up for that motherfucker
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| Cause I’m the one ya’ll need to be worried about
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| Have you forgotten |