Lyrics:
and see my man Dalow
I peeped him call my man Isley to the car
and ask him where he wanted to go
We all hopped in, inserted some hip hop in his radio's
all I talk about is Hip Hop
So conflicted with privilege that I wonder if quittin
Is better than appropriating a culture so damn rich (and)
My sorrow
win, if we battled to see who's the wackest
Ten years later, still a hip-hop slave
A prehistoric b-boy makin' beats in my cave
The L-I-K-S, what makes
accent (nah)
But shit sometimes it slips out by accident (yes y'all)
Yeah I'm infleunced, the birthplace of hip hop music
Got a hold of me the first time I
that SLS
And she wanna hop in that SVJ, she tryna go have expensive sex
I don't know what the fuck this bitch on
And they know I get shit bumpin
In
to take hip-hop back, that's what's happenin
Proficiency and ingenuity
Plus more styles, than a Shaolin mon-es-tary
In poetry my formula's deadly
Bring your
head, Einstein
Truly raised right by her mama
Booty wide like its panorama
And give you peace like the Dalai Lama
New Year New Me, Fuck that
I ain't
the ruggedness" (Repeat x8)
Yo, my rhymes are always up to par with the chorus
Chop rappers down like trees in the rain forest
If hip-hop was baseball I
Brothers try to gas it but yo I'm not having it
Chump try to play me by they trees a company
Was a money grip, what's your problem, why your bumpin' me
sleepin wit a bible for
You ever see me fold
Big Reggie in the back light
It up that's what I blow
Uzi on my hip so you
Know that's what I tote
Cuts all up
duckin' enough got shot in his chest
Big bird ian even come from a nest
Bad bitch she call me to have sex
(I'm finna nut on her chest)
We tryn score
wife
Till she felt it wasn’t working so
I asked what was next
She said "nothing" and left me
With that goodbye sex
That was 2010 felt like I would die
be more honest and more open
Copin' by dopin' hopin' it can stop me from my mopin'
If I didn't have support man I'm homeless double coat and
Slippery
I'm big red
Impala gang, no Lexus
Should've been a hip-hop freshman
Lot of my shit get chopped and screwed
They swear to God I'm from Texas
Your
the shit don't stop
Spitting bars til I'm dead and my hip don't hop
You been living your life and been sipping your sprite
And so diminishing the minutes
the status.
Cold caught my shit; you better not sit, so stop the madness.
With hip-hop guidelines, I state I never liked authority.
When sales control stats
you call yourself a rapper
Wrap it up
We've had enough of that
Hip hop died, flip flopped
I saw it so gotta strive, to play the doctor and put it back
at the Urinal
If your not original I’ma cut off your tongue
You’se a Cancer to Hip Hop like cigarettes to your lungs
Don’t try me cause yo that’s a bad call
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
by a tape
Realizing it’s not reality it’s just fake
Even members of your family you thinking they snakes
Ask those majors about Mahlathini I bet they
by a tape
Realizing it’s not reality it’s just fake
Even members of your family you thinking they snakes
Ask those majors about Mahlathini I bet they
cuz you always keep me in court
Smoke it hit it
Now i feel like im toast
Might just jump in my car and just coast
Aint since in me telling no lies
Me
back gets broke and you taking a nap
If the years fly by, and I'm the right guy
Let's hop on a plane, climb through the night sky
Go and see the Islands,
Hip Hop and R&B in the mix
And the first kiss like coconut mixed with mango
In your eyes saw something that I've never seen before
Got me feeling so
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