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It's all the same, |
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Regardless of your record and your name |
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Rappers walking in the rain, |
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tryna state there claim |
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I can take the weight they just.... |
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Take the back pain |
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There's much to gained with the money and fame |
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(It's like that) |
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I feel the power when i hear it in the streets |
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(It's like that) |
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It used to be about the lyrics and beats |
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(Behind that) |
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From tomorrow until commercialism |
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And now it's built as a prison |
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For us to walk common streets |
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Now if flesh is weak |
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My passion is my shield |
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And my strength is my speech |
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In which I'll make men yield |
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Cuz in the field of expertise |
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Man you rappers flex with ease |
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Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these... |
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With a joint or a bottle... |
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And a picturing posing crew |
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The only thing i ever learned is |
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"I can only trust a chosen few" |
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I got respect for my crew |
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And love for my home |
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Never claimed ??? throne from the use of microphone |
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(Just let me rideeee) |
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Or all you critics claiming minor skies |
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"Better trade in ya faget" |
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As you look into my eyes |
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And my sumizeee'll be the day that hip-hop dies |
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Or at least until the day the mass of boys ???? |
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With every ?? on your faith |
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Companies supporting any and every |
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Breathe or laugh i take |
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Makes me gag in nauzia |
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It's just the asthma.... |
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It's chokin' me, vocally |
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Provokin' me to live with frustration with words but locally |
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Cuz globally im fucked, if you ever notice me |
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So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with chromozee... |
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Cuz sometimes... |
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The people just don't wanna let go |
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Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo |
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But hold it now.... |
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Who said were walking common streets? |
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You just keep rollin' them beats hip-hop cost all a ?? |
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Some lost there creativity and our sense of ?? humble, |
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Ali threw in the gloves so now im rumblin' in the jungle |
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Don't you worry cuz them punks will fall off figures |
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Times i wrote these shackle (dadadada) |
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You lost that love i feel ??????, and crackles |
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And only time he's able to heal the wounds |
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That was open ??? truth ???? community you food basket |
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Hypocrites, contradicting shit, every bit of it |
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I've heard more to save the gas ?????? illiterate |
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I just hung my head in my hands and kept, workin' on the beats |
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But now were workin for the lands, maybe one day common streets |
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It's all the same, |
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Regardless of your record and your name |
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Rappers walking in the rain, |
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Tryna state there claim |
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I can take the weight they just.... |
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Hate the back pain |
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There's much to gained with the money and fame |
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(It's like that) |
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I feel the power when i hear it in the streets |
|
(It's like that) |
|
It used to be about the lyrics and beats |
|
(Behind that) |
|
From tomorrow until commercialism |
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And now this spirits a prison |
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For us to walk common streets |
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It's all the same |
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Common streets |
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Can you feel it? |
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Can you feel the vibe? |
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Seems im in a dream as I'm walk through the southside |
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Can you feel it? |
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Can you feel the vibe? |
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Cuz it looks like we leavin' to the people walkin' by |
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Can you feel it? |
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Can you feel the vibe? |
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Cuz it looks like we leavin' to the people walkin' by |
