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(DJ Premier) |
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Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to |
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nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop? |
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THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO! |
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All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you |
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and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS! |
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FUCK Y'ALL!!! |
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(Guru) |
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Real talk, serious thoughts |
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True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo |
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(Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets") |
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(Guru) |
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At times I feel like my back's against the wall |
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And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all |
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I stand my ground, that's what I was taught |
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While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort |
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In the midst of war, I find peace within |
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Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in |
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The mind is a terrible thing to waste |
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I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate |
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Of course I want money, but I won't compromise |
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Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys? |
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With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga |
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Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga |
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Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance |
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You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin |
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As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman |
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Here with my nigga Premier son |
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And we came to change the game |
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We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame? |
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Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes |
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Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo |
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Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on |
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Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on |
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Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets |
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Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat |
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Cats be buyin up SoundScans to beef up sales |
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Niggaz wanna crossover, wanna be upscale |
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Fuck that, that ain't hip-hop, that's somethin else |
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You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else |
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All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta |
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You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin you prankster |
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I thank y'all for makin more room for us, uhh |
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Ashes to dust you wonder who's to trust |
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My sense of self, and my mental health |
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is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth |
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A lot of niggaz get cash, and collect Mercedes |
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But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies |
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Then the chicks turn and act like dudes |
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Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool |
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And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine |
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I'ma make moves and I'ma leave you behind |
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At times I feel like my back's against the wall |
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And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all |
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I stand my ground, that's what I was taught |
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While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort |
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In the midst of war, I find peace within |
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Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in |
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The mind is a terrible thing to waste |
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I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate |
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(Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets") |
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("My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets") |
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(Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets") |
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(Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live..") |
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("My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets") |
