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I'm fallin' up flights of stairs |
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Scrapin' myself from the sidewalk |
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Jumpin' from rivers to bridges |
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Drownin' in pure air |
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Hip hop is lyin' on the side of the road |
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Half dead to itself |
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Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh like jazz |
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Stuffed into an over sized record bag |
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Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition |
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Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at |
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Karma's wedding |
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The ring bearer bore bad news |
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Minister of |
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Information wrote the wrong proclamation |
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An' now everyone's singin' the wrong song |
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Dissonant chords find necks like nooses |
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That nigga kicked the chair from under my feet |
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Harlem shakin' from a rope but still on beat |
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Damn, that loop is tight |
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That nigga found a way to sample the way the truth the light |
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Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight |
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Niggas are gonna die |
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Cop car swerves to the side of the road |
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Hip hop takes its last breath |
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The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter on a yellow pad |
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Then balls the paper into his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle"You have the right to remain silent""You have the right to remain silent" |
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An' maybe you should have, maybe you should have |
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Before your bullshit manifested |
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These thugs can't **** with me, they're too thugged out |
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Niggas think |
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I'm bugged out 'cause |
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I ain't Sean |
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John or Lugged out |
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This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that |
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This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black |
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So where my aliens at? |
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Girl, we all illegal |
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This system ain't for us, it's for rich people |
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An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money |
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But you can't buy shit to not get hungry |
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Telegram to |
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Hip HopDear |
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Hip Hop, stop |
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This shit has gone too far, stop |
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Please see that turntables an' mixer are returned to |
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Kool Herc, stop |
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The ghettos are dancin' off beat, stop |
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The master of ceremonies have forgotten |
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That they were once slaves and have neglected |
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The occasion of this ceremony, stop |
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Perhaps we should not have encouraged them |
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To use cordless microphones |
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For they have walked too far from the source |
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An' are emittin' a lesser frequency, stop |
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Please inform all interested parties |
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That cash nor murder have been included to list of elements, stop |
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We are discontinuin' our line of braggadocio |
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In light of the current trend in ' |
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Realness', stop |
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As an alternative, we will be confiscatin' weed supplies |
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An' replacin' them with magic mushrooms |
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In hopes of helpin' niggas see beyond their reality, stop |
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Give my regards to |
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BrooklynThese thugs can't **** with me, they're too thugged out |
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Niggas think |
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I'm bugged out 'cause |
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I ain't Sean |
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John or Lugged out |
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This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that |
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This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black |
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So where my aliens at? |
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Girl, we all illegal |
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This system ain't for us, it's for rich people |
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An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money |
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But you can't buy shit to not get hungry |
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These cats can't **** with me, |
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I purr purple |
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Sold, increased, toe shell like a turtle |
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I walk the streets like the lie that |
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I'm tellin' |
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One listener grips me and starts yellin' |
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I see through speakers, |
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I speak what's seen |
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I eat and shed, |
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I sleep and dream |
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I walk the streets of |
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London like, "'Know what I mean?" |
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An' chillin' rack a momma, eatin' crib soy beans |
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It's like that |
