Lyrics:
he'll never run out of rhymes
Someone asked Lil Culture how many shawty's he's pulled and it took him 10 years just
to calculate the amount of times
Lil
Merch madness, I done took it global (global, global)
Jump back in my bag, did this one for the culture (culture)
Ain't too good to give, my cup
May I sit in your driver's seat
And you can sit it mine
Some say it ain't the place
But it sure is the time
Call out my name
Don't know it too well
wanna be the center piece of my entire culture
And I've been thinking bout you
Cause you've done such
By doing such
I get a pen and paper
Write you
the door and your heart on the dancefloor…
Screw you
Culture vulture
Time like a chimpanzee
Hangs from the balcony
Drops a Mahler symphony
And promises
I'm bout to fuck up these commas, you would think this shits abuse
All these pussies leave my life, like where the fucks the excuse
My prophecy, is
And talk 'bout how them buts gatlin
But I don't have no time to mingle in sin woh-
Jah send I as a messenger
To teach the youth about roots and culture
And talk 'bout how them buts gatlin
But I don't have no time to mingle in sin woh-
Jah send I as a messenger
To teach the youth about roots and culture
I don't think that I can take it
I don't think that we will make it
This democracy has failed us
I can't take it any longer
Time for the innocent
Until my fingers
And my deadly view is
Strangled by the rent
I have no purpose in this land
Have I forgotten how to stand up
With the humor
Raymond Scott with a 1712 slaves mentality, that want to keep us divided by color from Eminem
Marshall is no color, he is Eminem
Oh, we got no time
Raymond Scott with a 1712 slaves mentality, that want to keep us divided by color from Eminem
Marshall is no color, he is Eminem
Oh, we got no time
How, how, how deep, deep, deep do you want it?
How, how, how deep?
Yeah, fuck, nigga
We don't ever ever check the time
I just sit back and let
Until my fingers
And my deadly view is
Strangled by the rent
I have no purpose in this land
Have I forgotten how to stand up
With the humor
VERSE ONE
I'm mass times the speed of light, not a square tho'
That might be a stretch you can call me a rectangle
Or a hexagon, Godly I walk a flat
that swag? Enroll in these classes
And what you know about shell top Adidas and a fitted
Yes, I stay black, plus I'm gifted
This culture's not just
Where I'm from?
From the home of the jazz and the arts and the culture
Where the black people smile
Where I'm from? Where I'm from?
Where I'm from?
bitches, with some bullshit,
Am a end this shit with a fuck you a have a good day
He gon blame it on my culture
Blame it on my culture
Yes sir
ain't the time to go soft
We stand united or this soon will be lost, inside
Fort Europa
My so called utopia
Where I can't find no culture
Feel the walls
And talk 'bout how them buts gatlin
But I don't have no time to mingle in sin woh-
Jah send I as a messenger
To teach the youth about roots and culture
on my way
Let me down, I've fallen again
Oh, I've fallen again
But by ways that I write this poet's signature
I will cross my paths, I will right
But
human culture
Nobody owns anything
It's ridiculous if you think you own your culture
And I can't appreciate your culture by at least making fun of it
So
Spread by mass media and commercial
Pseudo-Hip Hop icons of pop-culture
This document presents the intentions of
Hip Hop Kulture when the
Good name of Hip
culture
If we lack a civil society, we start going back in time
Justice gets a little messy when public chooses the
Crime, yet we chime in, because we love
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