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or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
We're gonna fight it till the end and we won't be beat down again 
Your culture's fed into our veins, your preaching tyranny and hate 
To follow in
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow

There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album
to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow

There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
Acted situation
Cheap shadowplay, sold expensive
Triumph of a dying culture

Rotten core
Surrounded by the
Faceless circle stream
Rolls like
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
precise right in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
The girl straight from the heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Ram is my
He became the Macedon King
And he swore to free all of Asia Minor
By the Aegian Sea
In 334 B.C.
He utterly beat the armies of Persia

Alexander
[Hystwise]
Do you want to take it
To the club oh shit on the floor Cult VI
To the streets to the beats to the boards
To the peeps holla back I can't
of nineteen
He became the Macedon king
And he swore to free all of Asia minor
By the Aegean sea
In 334 b.c.
He utterly beat the armies of persia
this thing called rap
Cause, this hit the teacher on the roads often travelled
by the multitude, Culture Freedom knows it best
Some of them got a problem
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
the pale moonlight
They were off to Cayo Hueso by the dawns early light
The gringo in the garden called the customs man
They answered all his questions,
as Bruce Leroy,
Beat the rap galactics, blow panics off his axis
My glock is plastic, my dick is like magic
Stretch off then pow, your like Mr. Fantastic
state to state,
We were just three mates rocking beats and breaks,
So if you made it to a Hoods show to check the style,
You get much respect, you made it
Lay
Lay
Lay
Armageddon
This beautiful tree
Boo hoo
Give up living
Ample 
Eye
They give in 

On The Buses, up the stair
By the television
[Chorus]
Hold on to this feelin', Freedom (Freedom!) [2X]

[Chali 2na]
Yo, Seldom travel by the multitude
The devil's gavel has a cup of food
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
you’ll all be deceased
Culture is mine these words I define
If you need you a hit I could give you some lines
I could pick you the beat I should write
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
you know gonna come better than me
Putting in work, got em birds still asleep
Call me the best jump, man 23
Call the police ‘cause I’m murderin beats