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Cipher Complete is blowin east, west, north, and south, yo |
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[check, check, check, check this out] |
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[Verse 1] |
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It's like one is for the gods, two is for the earths |
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Three is for the seeds to whom we give birth |
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Respects to New York, y'all did it first |
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But now we bout to show the world what Jersey's worth |
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Here's the facts, cats makin pretty ass tracks |
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And I aint goin to relax til they bring back wax |
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All y'all frontin ass labels who don't sign real acts |
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Now y'all know why so many of us blacks sling cracks |
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Wanna stop this? sign me on your shit and let me drop this |
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Bet you make a profit, cuz niggas gon cop this |
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The way we used to do it, shit is stuck to it |
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Niggas sound so R&B it sound like I could FUCK to it |
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I aint tryin to see this hip hop shit get vanished |
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Crossover niggas, y'all can eat a DICK sandwich |
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Rap is like a set up KRS already told ya |
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Peace to real soldiers of this hip hop culture |
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[CHORUS:] |
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We gotta |
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Bring Hip Hop Back [x4] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Yo, now here's the verdict, all commercial cats gettin murdered |
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These pre school raps in they songs are wrongly worded |
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?Some kids on the block asked a mutt said he's fat? |
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You couldn't make a sell if they pressed your shit on crack |
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Picture that, how the fuck you ever gon blow |
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When you jump style to style tryin to steal niggas' flow |
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And speak about Moet you aint even sipped yet |
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How you trickin on dimes but can't get your dick wet |
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I can't forget, these record labels seein stats |
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Only sign a nigga if they glorifyin black on black |
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Wsup wit that? I can't understand why |
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Songs gettin played nowaday be killin my high |
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And it's official, y'all niggas frontin that's the issue |
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And everytime you try to touch the mic I'ma diss you |
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Niggas is sweet, surprised you gotta get hard |
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Bring your rap back like Wu did Wallabee Clarks |
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[CHORUS] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Ayo, keep this thought, on your motherfuckin mind |
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It's too many niggas seein light who really can't shine |
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Y'all better get a grip, cuz my shit tight thick |
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Electrifyin like the third rail did Ramone and Spit |
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Niggas seein platinum hits, but aint verbally fit |
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Gettin rich real quick offa some bullshit |
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It's like this, the devil got this whole game fixed |
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And that's the industry's rule number 666 |
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Of this rap shit I will never let go, niggas is petrol |
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Of a slim nigga dipped in ecko |
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A label shouldn't be a label if they don't let the best blow |
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I'm bout to knock y'all off the board like the game of chess go |
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Bring it back |
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[Verse 4] |
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To the real hip hop heads that battle for the dough |
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But now niggas spend years on gimmicks tryin to blow |
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Posin wit gats, wearin funny type hats |
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? clothes tryin to pose like the Mac |
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That shit is wack, I'm bout to knock you off the map |
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Your songs couldn't slam if you alleyooped to Shaq |
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So face the facts, the god's knockin it down |
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Makin sure 'bout two thou these cats aint around |
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And it's feel, cuz lyrically you gotta have skills |
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If I start namin names niggas wouldn't have deals |
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And that's real, so next time you writin your rhyme |
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Make sure you reperesentin hip hop in every line |
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[CHORUS] |
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[Jeru sample] |
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"and we brought hip hop back home that night, one day" |