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[Verse 1]I never make songs to disrespect womanor to judge people about the way that they're livingbut the way |
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I am is based on the life |
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I was givenlike them white boys; + |
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Losing My |
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Religion+I used to be a christian and a political pawnthe bible is right and all your native culture is wrongnext thing you know you telling me 'bout making a songcome in the studio, and tell me that |
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I'm making it wrongpissed off 'cause reality is making us stronglike the ghost of |
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Timothy Mc |
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Veigh making a bomb'ey yo |
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Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going onthese rap niggas made propaganda out of your songbut it's the gong show, amature night at the apollomy dick is like my music, but harder to swallowso children follow me, like the pied piperand sing the chorus in the air, with your blood in your lighter(sing that shit nigga, right now)[Chorus X 2] |
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You played yourself thinking your down with me |
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I end your life nigga, don't fuck around with meand if you kids can't listen, then your bound to seethe way you get shot for crossing the boundary[Verse 2] |
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The second verse is worse than the first and disrespectsscripted specifically to keep people in check |
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Harlem to |
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Boston, real niggas spit with mebut |
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Landspeed, you ain't fucking shit to meand underground labels know that |
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I don't trust youyour only independent till your major, so fuck youand if your pissed off 'cause you think that |
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I dissed you |
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I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue+ |
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Dance With |
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The Devil+ remember that your not on my levelstupid your not ready, |
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I won Disypher, |
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Bragging Rights from |
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Rocksteadyand practically every battle that they got in |
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New Yorkand |
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I still murder rappers on the street for sport |
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Doctor Guillotine cutting you short little manbut you don't give me props 'cause |
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I never won at |
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Scribble Jamwell fuck you, |
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I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crewand fuck your family too, |
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Technique said it bitch |
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What the fuck you gonna do[Chorus X 2](Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggaz, wrap it up, Yeah)[Verse 3] |
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Immortal Technique insinerate degenerate fagsburn |
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Trent Lott, wrapped in his confederate flag |
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I got the |
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Beretta with my face wrapped in a ragso put the |
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African slave jewelery in the bagmotherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is foreverbut is it worth the blood of |
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Malcolm and |
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Mekka evers?house niggas get your head severed trying to be thugyou don't concern me, |
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You trying to hurt the people you love |
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Word of Mouth is |
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I'm in the club being sneaky |
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I'm like the body snatchers and your girl as getting sleepy |
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I'll murder you indiscreetly, right at the sourcelike the roman |
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Legion and and it stabbed |
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Christ on the crossthis is about you tho, it ain't about |
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Jesusand you shouldn't fucking talk about telekenesisnigga please, moving shit with your mindtry moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymesand next time, |
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I'm coming after 'cual quiera' profanityfucking 'carajo maldita mierda'roll up 'de hierva, i pasala, para la isquierda'put the price up to listen to me pop shit'cause |
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I got Martha |
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Steward giving me stock tipsunderground money with honeys up in the whip |
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Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch |
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Yeah, played yourself niggafuck all ya, you don't know shit about mewhy open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck |
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I amI thought |
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I told ya niggaz on volume one, |
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I wasn't fucking aroundyou just slept, 'cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden erawhen niggaz would buy anything on the shelfbut those days are through, and you are through with them |