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I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
hop's dead I guess I'm meant for necrophilia
Hannibal cannibal eating animals
Verses from my mandible I hope that's understandable
The shit I spit is
through the crust
And I don't mean a snail pie
Rotten my core like I'm passing the sale by
Hop in the foreign and I'm finna sail by
Putting that point
face
Like the movie stars
Live and let die
We feel alive
In a world terrorized
By the televized lies
That entice our minds
To keep calm
With
seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me
Lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
Check it, 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety
then you ignore them still
All these questions they’re for real
Like who would you live for?
Who would you die for?
And would you ever kill?
I'ma kill
you do, hip-hop) yeah
I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in
My cuddy in the coupe, flipping chickens
Turning one up into two that's
pop goes the weasel (the weasel)
Drop drop goes the easel (the easel)
This is hip hop for the people
Stop callin it emo (waah)
I know a kid who thinks
hip hop. [Booyea!]
On my soap box yelling into megaphones.
Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop
What's crackin'
What's poppin'
I'm in the mood for this beef
So I hop in
Ain't no way outta the streets
So I lock in
I found my way and
Music is my
man hip hop can live on
But if we keep on taking this shit for granted
We won’t have the privilege for very long, yo
I got the first aid
Can we get
(To where hip hop lives)
Man, I might be the next
Suge Knight or Phil Nike (Yeah)
My mindset is ten moves ahead of you suckers
(Yeah) i'm writin'
and keep it stuck for hip hop and support your fucking friends so they can't never say they did pop
Missed opportunities ain't new to me
I've been a loner
On the microphone
Lemme kick the verse for y'all
Hip-hop'll never die as long as we alive
Top Dawg E-N T, haters don't even try
You don't wanna pay the price
killed by these heartless cowards
But I ain't scared to die
And if I was that means I'm scared to lead
Can't let this fear tear apart my pride
My whole
was cold
Dats just something in my heart I just had to let go
I was born into rap
Raised by hip hop
Wit nuthin but microphones
In my toy box
I'm musical
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
Or the carriage took your shirt to hell, what you gon' do now?
Where all my real live Souljahz at?
(Right here)
Where all my hip hop Souljahz at?
(Right here)
off ain’t no stopping
When we roll up in the spot
And then blow up and then pop
You know this hip hop
We told our shit knocks
We told to we switch off
clubs in Milwaukee inspired by the group called the Schemers
We were young dreamers
Hip-hop evangelism to the non-believers
Planet Patrol Afrika Bambaataa
to the back,
To the hip, to the hop, to the rhyme, to the rap.
Every single line out o'da time you admire,
Stays in your brain like earth, within a fire.
I
Leave the spot bathed and kissed
By angels we made for this
Hip Hop we made of this
I don't want to have to say this shit
Again we made for this
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