| 'Cause it’s the movement, we use it to build the culture
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| And before we die, gotta kill these vultures
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| 'Cause they circle and wait for the art to die
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| But we can’t save shit if we don’t start to try
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| As I’m looking back at the hip hop days when music used to be
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| A creative expression and a message for you and me
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| But now, I see, the community is lost
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| Attracting crowds like puppets by letting them pay unlimited costs
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| I’m living and ready to die for what I believe in
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| The purpose supporting and the goals we’re achieving
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| So, I walk around with a trash can
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| 'Cause there’s a lot of garbage around to dump nowadays, man
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| I push lyrics through my spirit and distribute to thousands
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| To the hood, suburbs, and the public housing
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| Anybody with a boombox who cops hip hop
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| Try to keep it crisp hot, burnin' and scorching
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| Enforcin' laws and the rules of the game
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| Changed up, it’s the life fight who remains
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| All the people on the rise, that’ll die for this
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| You can’t kill what it is real, I survive and spit
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| His beginning was the word
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| And the word was positive
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| Not exactly gospel but truth, it had gotta hit
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| Singing songs of paying god
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| They appreciated me for what I has
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| The world was led to Malachi, now that’s low
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| But by the grace of he, we moving on
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| Though we seldomly hid the voice and freedom in our songs
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| Spinnin' wheels and plates
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| In other words we wastin' breath
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| When we get to Revelations, realize there’s nothin' level
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| Blah, stop the rigor mortis from
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| Whipping our culture off weed curse off the Latin
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| Of us falling off the access on accident
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| And put them price under you talent
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| So we can stop the fast nigga
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| Mad since your at
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| Since objected to pay them taxes
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| Crating out to throw your Glock
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| Sister focus on the object of their mo
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| Tipped your flow, face down in the river of the industries bio
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| Employees tossed to the side
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| I’d rather be giving you the benefit of the doubt for matter
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| Matter for states
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| Sillive for the movement
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| And make they moods matter
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| So I only
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| But facing dreams
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| 'Cause I had a thing for reaching out to bring humility just to give 'em flows
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| To resurrect the reason of why these moods make songs that prolong
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| The forces pushin' me to the point I’m back to asking why you so stagnant
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| 'Cause it’s the movement, we use it to build the culture
|
| And before we die, gotta kill these vultures
|
| 'Cause they circle and wait for the art to die
|
| But we can’t save it if we don’t start to try
|
| 'Cause It’s the movement, we use it to build the culture
|
| And before we die, gotta kill these vultures
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| 'Cause they circle and wait for the art to die
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| But we can’t save shit if we don’t start to try |