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This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Raw rhymes for raw times |
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My albums are underground, but this blessing is all mine |
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And when it's tour time, we open more minds |
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You need to rethink who you think is the greatest of all time |
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I got this, |
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I'm raw like |
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Freddie Foxxx is |
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Hardcore like |
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The LOX is, |
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Ccott La Rock is where |
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Tupac isWhere hip-hop is, digitally underground like shock is |
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Oh yes, I know where the top is |
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But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is |
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My synopsis ain't pretty |
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I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if |
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I were you |
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Do what you gotta do |
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But while you wave them flags, remember |
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Amado, Diallo |
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Here's what we gotta do, follow |
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I'll put hip-hop in you if you're hollow |
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Those that already filled, still take swallows |
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Goin' over potholes with |
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TahoesYou don't think, |
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I know? Huh! |
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I'm lookin' at you right now |
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You ain't dancin' in the club, you in your car, sittin' down |
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You in the crib, on the low, you got them headsets on the go |
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You just saw me at the show, oh you don't know? |
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It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different flow |
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Yo where them hoes at? |
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I don't know |
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But wherever |
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God at, I'm-a go, |
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I give 'em a hard rap and a flow |
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That's why when they call back for the show, with no video |
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We get up and go! |
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Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Peep it out while |
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I tell ya like this |
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In every single hood in the world |
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I'm called |
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KrisIt's the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya |
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My Cristal passes more bars than lawyers |
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The underground sound, this is not easily found |
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You don't need no rings to be down |
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This is past the platinum and gold |
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We already had 'em, it's old |
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Here's the truth if it be told, gather 'round |
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Philosopher style is known to be wild |
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If you only holdin' them guns, who's holdin' your child? |
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You got to be thinkin' you know that thinkin' you shrinkin' |
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When the art of navigation has been reduced to a |
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LincolnChange the dial! |
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I was free then and |
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I'm free now |
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You free, runnin' to |
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MTV? I don't see how |
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You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin' they cake |
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You know it ain't about the art, it's all about what they make |
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You know the radio's late, you know they play what you hate |
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That's why you got that |
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Kay Slay tape, tryin' to escape |
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You know the love of the cars and the rims |
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Tattooed arms and timbs, are also called sins |
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You know you got to pay for these spins |
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You know the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end |
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Bo!Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!) |
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I never was a king and |
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I'm not the pres |
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I'm a teacher like that reefer goin' straight to your head |
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I'm a preacher tryin' to bring my people back from the dead |
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I'm a leader tryin' to keep you all away from the feds |
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You my sister |
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I'll be tryin' to get you out of the bed |
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I'm a philosopher sayin' what has got to be said |
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I don't fill you with lead, |
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I bring that knowledge instead |
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Follow this dread, |
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I'll take you from |
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A to ZedWho am |
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I? Just a scholar called |
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KRSYou can spend your money on others but they ain't blessed |
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You can spend your money drugs and still be stressed |
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Look around for conscious rappers yo there ain't none left |
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I'm holdin' it down, better yet |
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I'm holdin' it up |
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Waitin' for some young buck to come and sip from the cup |
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And continue with the menu puttin' new knowledge in you |
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I got a question and a lesson 'cause |
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I know what you been through |
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ButWhere it started at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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C'mon let's bring it back(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where it started at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my people at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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Yo where my heart is at?(South, South, Bronx!) |
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C'mon let's bring it back! |
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The South, |
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South Bronx, boy |
