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Aiyyo this rap game aint what it seems |
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Artists get cream turn fiend |
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Selling people a dream |
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[ hell razah ] |
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Aiyyo, you rappers dont amuse me wit your crystals or oozies |
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Industry groupies, living after movies |
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They scarfaced my race, some support hate |
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Lifes a court date, some die to escape so hold your weight |
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You niggas brag too much, fuck wit us we bag you up |
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And use the same clique that you thought would back you up |
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Its nine eight eliminate bait and open gates |
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Enough with chains and whips lets make brains eclipse |
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We all claim we rich, hold thugs in crypts |
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Forgot about the seeds growing up seven to six |
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Fuck a benz wit tints i got the razor prints |
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Yall rappers love idols there it is im convinced |
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Burn my contract, mental combat |
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And stomp your battle rap wit a vietnam track |
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Red and white sadaam rap sippin cognac |
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I bet you didnt loopb know that the real jews are black |
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I tell the truth cat where your mind chooses at |
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The world or the heavens? |
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God or the reverend? |
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Your girl or your weapon? |
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Christ armageddon armageddon ( geddon ) |
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[ chorus ] ( 4x ) |
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[ 60 second assassin ] |
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Here in this life |
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Big cities a dream on the low is the scheme |
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A fiend that clock green without jockin somebodys sting |
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About the plot |
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You pull the ox who pull the stash outlock |
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Yo wuddup i, about ready to pull the rabbit out the top |
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Platinum gold oops upside your knot |
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Now nigga stop now nigga please |
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You aint really ready to roll them sleeves |
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With your three degrees forty below nothin but recipes |
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Tight jeans, hype and dont know what nuthin means |
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Acting like you billie jean selling how to be a fiend |
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When your loves about black marketing a nigga for his cream |
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And the big apple it aint always what it seems |
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You might get fooled shes a queen |
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From out of town wagging her swing |
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All around with she glasses and women asses is what made men jack asses |
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Everything including your company jacket |
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And niggas asses for your ransom |
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And next thing you know they got a nigga dancin |
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Chancin him out of his advancements |
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And how yall gonna pay back these back taxes? |
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This aint healthy for your assets |
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Its like your face done been bashed in your career aint happning |
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After the monkey wrenches and forks done been stabbed in |
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[ masta killa ] |
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Intruiging to the ear but bitter to the heart |
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I begin to take part in the art of dart throwin |
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Starring the wu-tang swordsmen |
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Raindrops fall the block remains hot |
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Steam rises from the street which forms the clouds that i move through |
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Renew my stainless sword style |
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Allah has spoken the golden code of silence has been broken |
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Mic terrorist shroom brew wickedness improves |
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As i ascend and expand extend i seen men |
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Fall from greats trying to trace the origin |
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But there is no beginning or end to the lifeline |
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Sunz of man forever shine through the mic line |
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[ chorus ] ( 4x ) |
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[ prodigal sunn ] |
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I say a case of a rap star, permanent scar caught in the rapture |
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Of the bar code, he was more sold like old gold |
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Paraseuco industy whore bitches adore |
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Truly yours, feeling me more enemies fall |
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Ill and hardcore ready for tour shakin breakin jaws |
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Makin new laws open the doors healing my sores |
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Blessing the poor, the art of war we less a boar |
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Verse one we guard a star and the starting artist |
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Another target on your market style is garbage |
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You get bombarded whole clique slapped retarded |
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Pussy harded mcs bleed slugs to the body |
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Its physical domination lyrical laceration brutal termination |
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When you fuck wit the federation, collaboratin wit my nation |
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Discussing allegations conversating about the downfall of satan |
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Ghetto frustration keeps my head piece achin |
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Constant motivation keeps my world in rotation |
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[ chorus ] ( 8x ) |
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Cars? women? huh livin lovely? phat houses? |
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What you think its about? |
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Not gettin paid? havin fame? havin everybody lovin you runnin up to you? |
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What you think its about? |
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Think its about teaching? think its about givin up jewelz? |
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Givin something for the children to look up to? |
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What you think its about? |
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This rap game...y'all gotta figure that out...this rap game |
