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Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
as Bruce Leroy,
Beat the rap galactics, blow panics off his axis
My glock is plastic, my dick is like magic
Stretch off then pow, your like Mr. Fantastic
Slammin' lyrics and beats unquestionable
The peofessional while I guess that you'll
Grab the album that rocks most on the market
Strong hearted
the beat
Children of nature from another culture
Had to survive living in the light
Stolen form the centre of the world untimely departure
Somehow survived
going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There's a thin
rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my
Played in Cincinnati
With my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
With nothin' but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
the culture and style/
I hold it down for my fam and my crowds/
I hold it down when these circus acts clownin around//
With the the sound,
Play my album
Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats By Dre headphones to get a video made, uh
Bunnyhop validated, pedaling
Hitting wheelies like Chris
the conscious crap, my MAC'll push your conscious back
I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa
Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping
gun
He'd been blessing every one of my
Albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here
There is no interceptions
Every track is produced by Dilla
Vaughn
Smash your nuts, just your nuts on a dresser like Raekwon
Doin' it for the culture, Cs up as this lyricism assault you
Like a Glock blast, in my
caretaker, this creator
Servicing purpose to other creators
Rhymers and beat makers
Blessed by the internet
So I'mma start this war of art
Before they rip
Re-shape this
Culture of music
I'm hearing now they need a taste of
What the real is
Cause yo we sick of this fake shit
Dudes dressin' in styles
That look
to
Talk shit on beats
No te equivoques mi hijito
Miami’ll bring the heat
I’m self made, I’m self paid
I grew up with no daddy, I’m from Miami Dade
I’m self
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
dot org
For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close to my crew, we
the plank on our dreams
By all means
Zoo Culture, it's a wave you can surf forever
And it makes everyone come together
I got a craving for the gym like
It's so easy to fall in love
Purple kisses on your neck
Thinking 'bout the day we met
Body dripping sweat, eat that
Beat that pussy wet purple
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
nuts man
Last two albums I've been complaining
Like I'm a defendant
Haters holding court like they're the plaintiff
Dudes with man boobs
With commentary
can't stand it
Uno listen brother culture me a bubble Pon di beat
Mi a bubble Pon di beat and mi a turn up the heat
cnd when yuh hear mi lyrics man it
Beat that pussy wet purple silhouettes
Purple drank and cigarettes
She is my addiction, nigga need a Nicorette
Trill-ass misses, fuck her where a nigga
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