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[ti:Rap Poets] |
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As soon as hip hop came out |
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it was a music that |
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I could grasp and identify with the millennium |
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All round and round |
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From the first to the last |
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it is in the… passionate |
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Clear *****t! All I need is one Mic |
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The hip pop is dying out |
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my rap poem |
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From the first to the last |
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it is in the… passionate |
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Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
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The hip pop is dying out |
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my rap poem |
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There’s a certain mystique |
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when I speak that you notice |
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Cause it’s sort of unique |
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cause you know it’s me, |
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My poetry is deep and |
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I’m still mad at the way |
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I flow his beat! |
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I can't stand still |
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it’s like trying smoke crap and go to sleep, |
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I’m strapped it’s known any minute I could snap, |
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I'm the equivalent of what would happen |
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if Bush rapped |
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I bully these rappers so bad lyrically |
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It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry |
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it ain't even money |
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You can't pay me enough for you to play me |
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It's ****amanie you just ain't zany |
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enough to rock with Shady |
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My noodle is ****-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo |
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I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle |
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I'm just brutal |
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It's no rumor |
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I'm numero uno, assume it |
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There's no more humor in it, you know |
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I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag |
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You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass! |
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From the first to the last |
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it is in the… passionate |
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Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
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The hip pop is dying out |
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my rap poem |
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From the first to the last |
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it is in the… passionate |
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Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
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The hip pop is dying out |
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my rap poem |
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Young Hov got the game in a frenzy |
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Twenty million sold all independently, |
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So when you mention me |
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Make sure you got together your 'semblies |
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Like, "He's the games J.F.Kennedy" |
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I started out, I ain't have no chimney |
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My ma was Santa Claus, well |
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at least she pretended to be |
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'Til one night, well |
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that's if memory serves me correct |
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I caught her under the Chris****as tree. |
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Young Hov ain't have no pops |
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Thank God, man, I had the block |
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Ya'll hear me though |
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You young *****s got the game all wrong |
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This is my life, man, this ain't no song! |
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You ain't livin' your rhymes out |
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you live at your mom's house |
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In that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out |
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And the mirror pointin' at your reflection |
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killing yourself |
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You American Pie |
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stop feeling yourself! |
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From the first to the last |
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it is in the… passionate |
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Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
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The hip pop is dying out |
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my rap poem |
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From the first to the last |
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it is in the… passionate |
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Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
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The hip pop is dying out |
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my rap poem |
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I woke up early on my born day |
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I'm twenty years of blessing |
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The essence of adolescent leaves |
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my body now I'm fresh in |
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My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it |
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One quarter through life some |
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God-ly like thing created |
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Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some |
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Load up the mic and bust one |
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cuss while I puffs from |
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My skull cause it's pain in my brain |
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vein money maintain |
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Don't go against the grain simple and plain! |
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When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard |
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Robbin’ foreigners take they wallets |
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they jewels and rip they green cards |
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Dipped to the projects fla*****n’ |
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my quick cash |
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And got my first piece of ass smokin’ |
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blunts with hash |
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Now it's all about cash in abundance |
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*****z I used to run with |
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Is rich or doin years in the hundreds |
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I switched my motto |
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instead of sayin ***** tomorrow |
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That buck that bought a bottle |
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could've struck the lotto |
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Once I stood on the block |
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loose cracks produce stacks |
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I cooked up and cut small |
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pieces to get my loot back |
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Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric |
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Pack a four-matic |
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that crack your whole cabbage |
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From the first to the last |
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it is in the… passionate |
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Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
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The hip pop is dying out |
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my rap poem |
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From the first to the last |
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it is in the… passionate |
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Clear *****t! All my nigger want my… |
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The hip pop is dying out |
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my rap poem |