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Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks |
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New cats jackin' beats from way back |
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Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques |
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Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax |
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Robbery and snobbery |
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Shit is killin' me softly wit that same damn song |
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Makin' folk dumber in the summer |
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A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer |
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Keep it simple stupid means numbers |
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Payola dough white owned black radio |
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Runnin' on empty help go the desperado |
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So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow |
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No info to the masses as they shake their asses |
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No clue but |
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I can't get my shit up in to you |
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Crayola with that same same ol shit |
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Crayola with that played playa shit |
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Crayola with that kid crayon shit |
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Crayola with them ol spray on hits |
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All fucked up ways must fall |
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Now the industry can't stop me |
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A vendetta to make the whole game better |
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They get the cheddar all |
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I got is a fuckin' letter |
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What I owe? |
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What am IAnother number and a ho, they don't know |
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Time to see 'em go like dominoes |
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About time 'cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme |
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Got these new souls controlled goin' outta their mind |
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Missed what |
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I said 'cause they don't even own their own heads |
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Go one go all |
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I forgot they made robots outta some of ya'll |
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Today all fucked up ways must fall |
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Today is up against the wall |
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Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs |
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Noddin' heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow |
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Swallowing all that shit that's shallow |
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Give the baby anything the baby wants |
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But that's how them bastards get us up in them caskets |
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Try to get me where they want me |
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Before some of them jump me |
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Go tell 'em |
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I'm a start a rebellion |
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Educate the felons easy on, yeah |
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Tell 'em what the fuck am |
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I yellin'No tellin' you got them artists and artificials |
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If it ain't right |
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I don't give a damn if it's sellin' |
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Recruits chasin' and racin' for that loot |
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Usin' usual drum loops so |
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I salute my troops |
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I don't socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals |
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And you know what and that g-damn single |
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And the marketing team for that matter |
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It don't matter |
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DJ's gettin' dimes for time on a platter |
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I ain't gotta be high to jack so |
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I hijackFM radio |
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EFF 'em turn it around muthafucka |
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Gods to niggas, queens to bitches |
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Race against time see 'em all runnin' for the riches |
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Everything had its chance last dance |
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Some things change like them weather forecasts |
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Ha funny how shit don't last |
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Crayola with that same same ol shit |
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Crayola with that played playa shit |
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Crayola with that kid crayon shit |
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Crayola with them ol spray on hits |
