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live for the culture
You can go and chase ya bag ya still gon' die when ya older
That's why I rock with The Boulder
Can't stop who He's chosen
I ain't

you so rainy

I run the numbers up like counting my blessings
Never stops so I gotta protect it
Representing tamil culture we steppin'
Spread it

soothingly endz got sticky so i moved myself back to east
Clubs closed down to cutting fabrics that  beautifullyPut together tapestry of culture woven

Loafers in the living room
Playing old vinyls drinking tee yeah I'm in the mood
Man of my word now show me what you finna do
By myself eating healthy

From the city of gold
To the city by the sea
Two worlds collide
It's a magic to see
Dubai got the glitz
Tel Aviv got the Shpitz
Together it's

It's about culture
Care less about fame
This is not saw we ain't playing games
We on a mission to stack up our plate
Nigga too full Cuz he already ate

Cold
Can’t You Feel My Sickness
Coming Minute By Minute As I Grow Old

Lies, Wars And Poverty Blues
In The Morning T.V. News
We Got Sexual Frustration,

MY LIFE DODGING THESE VULTURES
KEEP TO MYSELF THEN PUT ON FOR THE CULTURE
TRYNA MAKE IT BIGGER THAN OPRAH
SAME TIME WE DODGING THESE COPS TRYNA ROPE US

Back To The Grind
Lyrics By: Dana Lawrence (2016)
That good good Hustle hard
Live life
Switching lanes
On my grind everyday
Verse I:
They try to put us

you will see me walk around with an accolade
All the fucking hindi rappers coming from the gully
They don't care about the culture, they just do it for

of eight to survive
I love being Nuyorican
And no matter what the islanders might say that I am
I know I am defined by blood
Not language, image, beach,

appreciate you don't put your face on to my fist

Oooooh. Keep on breeding, breathing
Oooooh. Spread the disease, Rat King, Rat King

When you get by so well

home alone at night
You are scum, sexually assaulted all my friends
You say there's no rape culture and women can't get raped by men
Every victim

Hip-Hop brought cultures together
I remember cugines in Camaros
Pumping "Tougher Than Leather"
Yankel Rosenbaum still got stabbed
In Crown Heights

bla bla bla bla

Fuck off your business
My bloodclaat message
Piss on your bitches
Me nah talk your language
Street ghetto culture
Foundation

Scream,
before art and culture and all its soddingness.
Leonardo and his wretched vanishing point,
but who's going where?
Rene and his pornographic I' 
I

the wonders I create
And judge each other guilty by your culture and your shade

Your race is vile and full of shit
Not worth the time I spend making it
On your

not understand
I've got more time to kill
I'll do it by my hand

That bleeding heart it doesn't suit me
Don't let 'em in don't let 'em hit me
Like

on bail again
Rich in culture, I'm a veteran
Do this shit from Maine to Spain
Everywhere my reputation the same
One million, a billion, a trillion,

where the poets is
Under some gutter, at the library, by the cafe, at the ATM
You know where the poets is
At the perfume store, in the buffet line

on the frontline struggle
Scratch a double, Give me a culture of shots
You think twice, I think in stealth machs
And spit blood clots all over ofay's plots
You crabs

underrated
Hate it or love it but the music Controls us
We do it for the love of the game, the Love for the Culture
We do it for the love of the hustle, life

gotta make it and make it and spend
I set the trend, king of the fall
Home for the winter, By spring I be gone I don’t be puttin it all on the gram
So

dictation
The serpent spoke this unto me through gilded light and lunacy

Taste the fury
That feed the devils inside
Fueled by torment,
Sin, sex, sickness