Lyrics:
All this Math
Written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell
It's the return of everything you thought you had
Grownups want to dress you up like Mom
& pop & lockers
The culture is Hip Hop
Hip Hop is a culture.
I'm steady growing like a seed from the sun
Soak it up like a sponge
Bang beats to the dome
(23 on the damn beat)
Alot of people left when the house was falling apart (Part)
I had to kick some people in the past, we grew apart (Apart)
They
Feel the rhythm, feel the beat
Let it take you to the street
Leave all your worries behind
Come on, let's all unwind
From the east to the west, we're
Last time I checked my
"black" don't come off
Homie, everything I say and do
Is black by default
And this might be confusing, a change-up
Just don't let
did it to the culture,
From breakdancing cardboard to spray cans and art forms,
Making beats, fucking hardcore, yeah,
I've almost lost my relationship
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
to some lofi and I start to feel invisible
People pass me by and I think life isn't so difficult
Listen to some beats and I realize I'm just so typical
have a very special guest with me
The song you were just listening to
Were from his latest album, For Those Who Waited
A good friend of mine, a talented
gotta beat 'em stupid
Only got forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot
Grab
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Gestern an der Gallus heute
In den Charts auch
Wenn mein Album nicht Gold geht Chab
Deutscher Rap ist am Arsch
Und richtig Blamage dein
Rap ist Fiat
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
was like to meet
Untimely feats that everybody keeps
On bragging 'bout when they get on a beat
A good kid, I stayed out of trouble
Protected by
past
Your culture
Your mind
Your future
Your marks
Your curvature
Your mouth
Your muzzle (bad mouth)
Your outlook and iris
Your creed and your colors
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
I am 10 albums in now
And no one you know
Gives you anything
Nothing is handed to you
So I gotta take it
And you know
Claim my claim
I am hip-hop
to me, without fail has hit rock bottom
Ask about em when you're in the streets, their reputation is not awesome
Can't be a part of pop culture, If your
High life pull up
I'm playing LEGO Star Wars
Never find peace behind a pair of closed doors
Matrix
Gelatin culture
Wrapped up
Hardcore
Not much
Herz einer Frau
Nein, für die Culture, für mein Film und diesen Beat, den er baut
Lieg auf meiner Couch, philosophiere und ich rauch so viel, dass
Die
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