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I see myself as the holy resurrection of Pun |
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If I ain't that then you name one |
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Rapper that's lyrical slash Latin political passed rappin |
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With visuals past Malcolm and fittin to go past platinum |
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It's hard but I speak the truth inspired to teach the youth |
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The fire that heat the booth the high hat the beat the loop |
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The system it traps us in they tacklin rappers in |
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These shackles that pack us in the back of the clack is in |
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I'm packin the Mac again like Capital Punishment |
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Huggin the gun and then runnin and duckin from the government |
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They dyin to cuff me up lock me down touch me up |
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Cock the pound bust me up stop my sound hush me up |
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But I shall never hold my tongue |
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Before that I roll my blunt and load my gun |
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Give a kiss to my daughter tell my mother I love her |
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And blow the brains out a couple dirty cops undercover |
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Crooked detectives is foul how they book and arrest us |
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For cookin and stretchin we just tryna feed our kids |
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The streets crazy wild plus it gettin crazy foul |
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Listen when I say it now (watch it how it go down) |
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And that's the reason little kids get hit by strays |
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Cause mutha****as can't act they age |
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Before you learn how to shoot better learn how to aim |
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Theirs already enough of our people that's dyin from AIDS |
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I try and remain calm but it's fryin my brain |
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And I am ashamed a generation dyin with chains |
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Alive on the pavement leakin out the side of they brains |
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Tell me when will this environment change |
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We need new leaders but all we get is new heaters |
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And divas and two-seaters as soon as that loot see us |
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It's a bad cycle just look how they bagged Micheal |
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Which one anyone Jordan Jackson |
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Action pack guns ridiculous |
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How they ship to us then we hit the bus |
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From Rykers to Middleton life as a middleman |
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Spendin life illegitimate livin life in imprisonment |
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When I think of my niggaz and I think |
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How many are locked I see they never did (watch how it go down) |
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And that's the reason little kids get shot in the street |
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Cause mutha****as never (watch how it go down) |
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And last week my buddy lost his whole family |
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It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity |
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I walk the town strapped just hopin to pound clap |
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Correctly and protect me in case they wanna come and wet me |
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My enemies on the street far see my friends |
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So when you see me you don't see no Benz |
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That just make me an easy target I jump up and meet the coffin |
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And makin my seed an orphan in car then I'm speedin often |
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It's stolen I see the Narcs in my vision |
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I see the cops and they grippin they pistols tryna put me in prison |
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So I listen to Pac's best and try to be not stressed |
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But how can I not stress the face that I'm not rich |
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I'm livin in poverty plus I'm a minority |
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Plus I'm a priority ****ed in this economy |
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Rap music is probably not the best career you can choose |
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But hearin my views like hearin the news |
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So fear me if you skepticize homie but it's clearly the truth |
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The Tech Nine'll have you clearin the room |
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I ain't a killer but I'm somethin like a prophet |
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I'm tryna get y'all to stop it see the ghetto's microscopic |
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It's a better place but for now we got the bread to chase |
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Catch a case get bailed out back to stretchin base |
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I'm bringin a message like Kanye West |
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Except your boy got more Tech's than Ron Artest |
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I know you wanna see me stretch be my guest |
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Handle your biz but make sure you (watch how it go down) |
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The streets crazy foul plus it gettin crazy wild |
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Listen when I say it now (watch how it go down) |