| I see myself as the holy resurrection of Pun
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| If I ain’t that then you name one
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| Rapper that’s lyrical slash Latin, political passed rappin
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| With visuals past Malcolm and fittin to go past platinum
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| It’s hard but I speak the truth inspired to teach the youth
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| The fire that heat the booth the high hat the beat the loop
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| The system it traps us in they tacklin rappers in
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| These shackles that pack us in the back of the clack is in
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| I’m packin the Mac again like Capital Punishment
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| Huggin the gun and then runnin and duckin from the government
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| They dyin to cuff me up lock me down touch me up
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| Cock the pound bust me up stop my sound hush me up
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| But I shall never hold my tongue
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| Before that, I roll my blunt and load my gun
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| Give a kiss to my daughter tell my mother I love her
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| And blow the brains out a couple dirty cops undercover
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| Crooked detectives is foul how they book and arrest us
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| For cookin and stretchin we just tryna feed our kids
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| The streets crazy wild plus it get crazy foul
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| Listen when I say it now (watch it how it go down)
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| And that’s the reason little kids get hit by strays
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| Cause muthafuckas can’t act they age
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| Before you learn how to shoot, better learn how to aim
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| There’s already enough of our people that’s dyin from AIDS
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| I try and remain calm but it’s fryin my brain
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| And I am ashamed our generation die over chains
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| Alive on the pavement leakin out the side of they brains
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| Tell me when will this environment change
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| We need new leaders but all we get is new heaters
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| And divas and two-seaters as soon as that loot see us
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| It’s a bad cycle, just look how they bagged Michael
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| Which one anyone Jordan Jackson
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| Action pack guns ridiculous
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| How they ship to us then we hit the bus
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| From Rykers to Middleton with life as a middleman
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| Spendin life illegitimate livin life in imprisonment
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| When I think of my niggas and I think
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| How many are locked I see they never did (watch how it go down)
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| And that’s the reason little kids get shot in the street
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| Cause muthafuckas never (watch how it go down)
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| And last week my buddy lost his whole family
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| It’s gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
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| I walk the town strapped just hopin the pound clap
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| Correctly and protect me in case they wanna come and wet me
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| My enemies on the street far exceed my friends
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| So when you see me you don’t see no Benz
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| That just make me an easy target to jump up and meet the coffin
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| And makin my seed an orphan the car then I’m speedin off in
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| Is stolen I see the narcs in my vision
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| I see the cops and they grippin they pistols tryna put me in prison
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| So I listen to Pac’s best and try to be non-stressed
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| But how can I not stress the fact that I’m not richer
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| I’m livin in poverty plus I’m a minority
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| Plus are my priorities fucked in this economy
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| Rap music is probably not the best career you can choose
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| But hearin my views like hearin the news
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| So fear me if you skepticize homie but it’s clearly the truth
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| The Tech Nine’ll have you clearin the room
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| I ain’t a killer but I’m somethin like a prophet
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| I’m tryna get y’all to stop it see the ghetto’s microscopic
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| It’s a better place but for now we got the bread to chase
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| Catch a case get bailed out back to stretchin base
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| I’m bringin a message like Kanye West
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| Except your boy got more Tech’s than Ron Artest
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| I know you wanna see me stretched be my guest
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| Handle your biz but make sure you (watch how it go down)
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| The streets crazy foul plus it gettin crazy wild
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| Listen when I say it now (watch how it go down) |