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they're bad, but they're bugging
Let me show you something now about hip-hop
About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker

Yea yea yea
Rollin till the fortera flat
When you talk I'm bored of hearing back
Everything these rappers saying wack
Ian tryna hop up On a track
We can

If  bars is dead
Consider this the defibrillator
HipHop LIVES
If you thought it died, you a damn lie
Not as long as I'm living
And this just

chakma diya
Down to earth bhi or up to the sky me
Abhi tho low pe hu tumhe laga high me
Bina indicator ke dushman side me
Hip-hop me baap tumhara tumhe

really in the streets 
This is hip hop 
I don't do it for the geeks 
This is for kids 
Hustling to get some sneaks
Now we tryna eat 
We ain't never trying

A zigga-zigga, like I said before I love them all
Family affair, by the Legion I swear
To rip up mic stands and tracks to shreds and show no fear
One love with

emceeing a gifting, hip hop's what I'm living
Not replacing religion,
I got relationship with a God in the sky
He talks to me defines wrong and the right

the day would come when I would talk to God
And here we are
A prayer ain’t wishin' on a star
But if it was
You bet you’d see me wishin' on a million more

to call your mom to come clean it out
This a come back baby we're done playing games
You can call me Kira and my pen is in flames
I've been making a list

ima
GTAGTI other version of Gautama yeah
Now I'm about to crucify
Your mama about to see you die
Ima cut down your supply
I'm the Hip Hop alumni 
I'm

got my plans written down like an advisor
Most of y'all tripping 'bout God get it right now
Hop on the track and I preach like I'm Pastor
Talking real

Feel like red man on the run like I'm pac man
(Yeah on the run like a track star)
Shawty come over but don't stay the night
After I fuck go on dip unless

came, from, the lamb
Why, not, walk in love?
This is, where, I, stand
I hop on the track like I'm Lyles, I wanna start it with style
I have been flipping

doze out
Gang got heavy metal we Slipknot
It gone pop off the hip, no Hip-Hop
Drop 65K on my wristwatch, and that's just so a nigga can shit talk
Got

but the drugs make my vision blurry
On the road to success, but it's gettin' scary
I hope God by my side, the devil gettin' near me

And every time I

to try come get close to me BITCH
You, you can't talk to me, can't fuck with me
Can't spend my p
I'm too choppy, I'm lit with the team
So move from me

people are lame, real hip hop is in the center
I would never sign to no label
Unless they had twenty M's spread out across the table
I ain't telling tall

me is everything that is next to die
Wouldn't let my plug talk, express Ali's grind
Open up the gates to DH, they won't be kind

Just make up your damn

Right hand on my lap, God made me for women 
Boyy but ain’t nothing feminine, except how u feelin when 
I hop on my Harley...chopper wheels spinnin with

ain't rollin' with Scooby
Me and Lil Misfit hop out the whip and we ridin' like Max is with Ruby
I am not actin' when I'm on the scene, we shootin' these

Politics

Classified

Union Dues

2001

the underground
Trying to make moves, y'all about to lift off
Pretty much the reason why this wackness is hip hop
y'all need to make this shit stop
Put away your

preaching
All that make peace
Until the cameras up in your own face, need it
Like oui
Mr. Swindler won't you let me do a track
Please please Mr. Swindler I

of grinding and twisting
Winding your hips and
My army of ones at attention enlisting 
Listen I don't like to be Sonny Liston
But you knock me out just by

too neeky
Now all the opp thots wanna meet me
Bando who? Bando what? (What?)
You ain't no boss on your block
You hop in the ride and speak to the cops