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Canibus |
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For Whom The Beat Tolls |
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For Whom the Beat Tolls |
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[Canibus] |
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Yo, my hands are dirty 'cause I shook yours |
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Yea, you tried to curse me 'cause I took yours |
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But where?, somewhere, nowhere near |
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I walk where no man dares |
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So the world could share one man's fair |
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My cares are your cares |
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Your tears are my tears |
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When you talk to God, I eavesdrop on your prayers |
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I eavesdrop on your prayers |
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The industry could not stop my career |
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Fuck your record sales, where's your skills at? |
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You gotta million fans, but you're still wack |
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I can't feel that, what they've been exposed to is not real rap |
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Real rap is like chemical crack |
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I'm drippin' by my addiction is stealin' and bring it back |
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I prove it on every single track; I prove it on every single track |
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This is real Hip-Hop before it became rap |
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Do these magazines mention that? NO! |
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Does radio pay attention to that? NO! |
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Do they thank us for representin' that? No! |
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You think I let 'em get away with that? NO! |
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They just use us, abuse us |
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Stupid fuckin' reality shows do not amuse us |
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But they don't give two fucks; I said they don't give two fucks |
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Now it's all up to you, buts... |
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*Church bell sounds* |