| The year is 2004, people talk about war
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| I had to hit the floor when the bombs began to pour
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| Ten minutes ago I was mad cause my stomach was grumbling
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| Now the whole world is crumbling
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| I hear people scream across the street gettin crushed
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| This went on for twenty minutes then the whole world hushed
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| I couldn’t see shit but I could feel myself breathin
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| Damn I’m still kickin but I’m just not believin
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| I give thanks to God then I’m off on my mission
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| Ain’t no stars in the sky so it ain’t no wishin
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| I wonder, I wonder, I just can’t under-stand
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| Why, am I the last man?
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| Verse Two:
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| These crazy thoughts in my head won’t stop
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| Where’s my moms and my pops and what about hip-hop
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| I’m pickin up things that could be of use to me
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| Too build a makeshift crib where Hollywood used to be
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| And it ain’t no forties, it ain’t no blunts
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| I ain’t had no ass in five years and eight months
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| Five more years pass, and I still survive
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| And I’m through with wonderin who’s still alive
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| Until one day I’m just walkin along
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| And I hear this kid singin a hip-hop song
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| He said, «That's the way it is, and it’s like that»
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| I said, «Yo kid c’mere, where you learn that song at?»
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| He said, «My daddy taught me about the hip-hop game
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| I’m eight years old and Rakim is my name»
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| He said, «Yo I’ll take you to him, come follow me;
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| But first you gotta prove that you can MC»
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| So I cleared my throat got in a b-boy stance
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| And I ran through a rhyme that made him piss in his pants
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| With tears in his eyes, he grabbed me by the hand
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| And then we ran, ten miles across the sand
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| He took me to the spot, dig deep underground
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| Where I can hear the sound of the big bass pound
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| I wasn’t really sure, but I swore we smelled blunt smoke
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| No joke loc, well can I get a toke?
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| He took me to his pops and he handed me a spliff
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| And out behind the wall came Tash and E-Swift
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| They took me to a freestle session it was on
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| I knew hip-hop would never be gone
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| FIve hundred hip-hop deep
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| Yo we cool in 2014, Alkaholiks still rulin
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| Ooutro:
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| It’s gonna live forever
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| This goes out to the P-Town, LBNT
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| Check it out
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| Hip-hop don’t stop
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