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When life is just a memory... |
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All I ask is you remember me... |
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We so scared to face our history... |
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How will we replace that energy... (If I may...) |
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(As long as we are, we can never die) |
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We can never die, no no no no no no, no no |
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Hip hop is immortal, it survived many attacks |
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And many wars using our minds eyes to part 'em |
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Folding the spaces between generations and races, |
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So that we can come closer through the struggle |
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It's easy to move muscle, arms, skin and sinew |
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Movement of the mind is the type of grind I'm into |
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So I kick the mental, over sick instrumentals, |
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Make respect with the pimps, and never flex with the stencil, |
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I'm in love with the art form, It still keeps my heart warm, |
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Presented with the most virtuous intent but in a hard form, |
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They say hip hop is dead, assassinated by niggas, |
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But on the charts I read, all the hits was by niggas, |
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There's no surrealer drama, they wanna steal it from ya, |
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Take her out to a field in the woods, |
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But we ain't gon' let 'em kill the hood |
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Can't kill it with a pistol, can't beat it with your chain, |
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Can't crush it with your rims, but you can save it with your pain, |
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As long as we breathe, hip hop gon' breathe with us, |
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As long as we real, folk can't help but feel us |
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The white manifest destiny, got 'em their dirty land |
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But no matter how clean they shave, they got them dirty hands |
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My story says what his story doesn't |
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In the passage of my people they tried to murder all my cousins, |
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They celebrate their independence, |
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And ask us to forget how they abused it |
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But we remind 'em everyday, |
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Comin' gangster with this music |
