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Yo. Dear hip hop. (Statik Selektah) Don't take this shit too seriously y'all |
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Yeah, shit got me stressed out man. I know y'all stressed out too |
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All y'all sick and tired of this bullshit man. |
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"His eyes said pray for me |
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I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully" - Jay-Z 'Dead Presidents II' |
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[Verse One] |
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I'm writing this with ether in the lungs |
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And a burner to the brain |
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So forgive me if the words come across a bit strange |
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This a suicide note, last words to the game |
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Nas was right, shit got to change |
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Unless we said B.I.G. died in vain |
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And Pac died in vain |
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Been too high on rims to see the writin' on the train |
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How can Lupe complain? |
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When his Fiasco, at a rap show to honor rap greats is too blame |
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From rap music dying in a box, sales dying on the charts |
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The art's missin', it's heart beat stopped |
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Master P sold us out |
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Talkin' 'bout I should stop saying "nigga" |
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Fuck that! They brought this nigga out |
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This is freedom of speech nigga |
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The arson's in the house |
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Burn your white house down with Bush twins on the couch |
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I ain't come here to +Crank dat+ Joc or +Walk It Out+ |
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Either I'm blind, or hip hop is dyin' in the south |
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And I love Face, Bun B, Cass and Goodie Mob |
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But I miss +Scenario+, +Make 'Em Pay+ and +How To Rob+ |
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New York is too blame |
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Where I'm from, we look to New york for what's poppin' |
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Now New York's droppin' |
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And I'm talking everything |
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No more classic shit |
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No more +Shook Ones+ to blast in the whip |
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Com, +I Used To Love H.E.R.+ too, now I'm like fuck this bitch |
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Rap's old, new Grey Hairs shit |
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If this is what makes Mims Hot |
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And this is why I'm not |
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Put a bullet in my brain, bury me with 2pac |
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Put a needle in my vein |
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So I could ride next to Kurt Cobain |
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Physical will die but the soul will remain |
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Raps wack too many fake Eminems |
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Too many white boys, dye there hair blond and try to rhyme like him |
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Everybody wanna pick up the pen |
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Try to get in the booth |
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No motivation, you killing the youth |
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Bill O'Reily don't respect Jay-Z in no suit |
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You still a coon in they eyes |
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I hope you soon realize |
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Hip hop's aging and I'm at it's side |
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Tryin' to aid through the ride |
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Fuck this man |
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[Outro] |
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Don't get too offended y'all. Step your game up |
