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do better
We hear it all the time they like what happened to Rap
They used to really spit rhymes man what happened to that
There used to be a DJ who

couldn't wait to see who gon snitch, who gon flip
I was thinking, where I was looking,
When them man pulled up in a 4 by 4
Why we ain't just take em down one

whole style up after that, man, ayy
It be like that sometimes, bro (yeah)

Why niggas gotta act so tough? (So tough)
Like you bein' a asshole is

can't blow this
Heads on my shoulders, minds in the focus
Grip on my life was trying to choke us
Few man came they try to poke us
Raided his home we

keep the laywer fees aside
I cant get by with what royalties provide
So I steer clear of the rats and venomous snakes
Who get theirs at the end

daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmo who flows,

stepped writin' the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my nine

Show you how I do
You know who it is by now
Hope ya'll reading between the lines
Christ Watts
Give you that real
I'm bout to just throw it on and let it

beaten
By the people who we only need for one simple reason
Policeman are meant to protect but look at how they treat them
They're grabbing and ramming

on cause you're looking like you ain't got nothing else to do either, hell, you might even be infected just like me, yeah

Zombie Apocalypse Blues, boy, what

anyone who was tenuously a rapper
I defined the art of rapping by the lowest denominator
So I killed some slam poets and a horse race commentator
Anyone

a snitch, like who sang
Snatching fucking clout, I’ll steal this shit up like some loose change
Bitch not in the picture I’ve moved over to a new frame
Gotta

picks up the phone
Shorty starts panicking
Said his son is on the porch, stiff as a manikin
He's thinking to himself, his son’s life can’t be over
They

the worst situation and my dad is sitting there not feeling a thing about this situation. 


And I can't tell who started the abuse, Herman abused me before

Yurr, welcome to New York

Everything that we do exclusive
Make sure that it's all-inclusive
I was taught make no excuses
As a man, you can't be

(huh?)
Man, my opps ain't no killers, they don't got shooters
I'll box a nigga up, Skilla Zab Judah
They said they said I'm a bitch, who started that

part
 
Painting this neon path in this overshadowed city
For the kids who are sitting up late night with me and wishing
Stressed and swarmed by hyper

yea yea uh
Shh don't make a sound (don't make a sound)
I can't slow down I gotta be one step ahead
She went to college and dropped out that bitch got

recognize her by face you wanna talk but she starts
She says she needs a new friend Her family had just moved in
She offers up her hand and you take it like

Depressed and angry cause I woke up knowing that you couldn't
Man we all told you to slow down 
And just listen 
But you fucking wouldn't
Always

so many songs
Maybe they're just lazy
But who knows I'm wrong
Make this music pay
Me time goes on and onRiding
Round listening to chief keef
See them

duccn nothin but twelve
Out hea spinnin by myself so there be no one else to tell
On my loot pursuit like a lewnatic tryna stacc up sumn chunky
Close

part
 
Painting this neon path in this overshadowed city
For the kids who are sitting up late night with me and wishing
Stressed and swarmed by hyper

cannot say what it was, I can just say what it is
In fact I could say what it was but maybe because I see how man changing the script
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