Anthem

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4Th World!
We live and die for the mic
4Th World!
Yeah, that's the clique for life
4Th World!
We each got a style to bust
So if you down with the shit say the name with us

Emotions!
Yo, let me break down that 4th dub
Family, energy, rhythm and that cold cuts
Melody's entity opening your souls up
With the sickest production and always rippin' flows up
Some people say we changed, I'm like who changed?
You changed, we changed, hey yo, nothin' stayed the fuckin' same
I used to struggle to eat, now I hustle the streets
With lyrics and beats, I'm living my dreams!
My father's a performer

I never thought that I'd be a performer to help my mama support her
Just from settin' to rap

We make a living off of what we love doing
Ain't nothin' better than that! (than what?)
Collaboratin', meeting people, elevatin'
Making beats and smoking cheeba
Freakin' hotties till they naked, what!
We got the music in our brain growing like tumors
That use it to be consuming and counteracting the useless

Fuck a classification, underground, overground
We overlords coming with the thunder sound
Weak rappers get hunted down
Either they crew go missing or they come up with a hundred thou
This ain't about the money, this about survivin'
If I was broke I'd be robbin' fools, still rhymin'

Fuck that I stack chips off facts
And thank God everyday, you saved my life with raps
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Big Ral!
Most of the time I just say what I feel, don't even care if it rhymes
You can say what you want, label my shit wack
But if that temperature rises, get back
I'm a kick back, move through the motions

No, I'm not as lyrical as Deph's and Emotions
I'm temperamental, hardheaded, yelling things so loud
You might love it, might hate it, but it's just Ral
We fit where we fit, that's the meaning of a clique
I rap like I'm 16 and ain't learned shit
It's hit and miss, but we ain't playin' with you guys
Most MCs don't test, they see the pain in my eyes

I keep my control not to beat you nerds

But that shit won't be funny when you eat your words
Line up, man up, come see what we into
Tattoos and scars, show you what I been through
I done some dumb shit, made a few people hate me
I really am sorry, but I been going crazy lately
Maybe that's just a factor to the way I act
I rock a scowl on my face with my hat twisted back

Matter of fact we comin' up man, we forcin' it
Big Ral, Young Chop, a 4th Ward extortionist
When I think about it, man I really got some ill shit
The fact that I don't give a fuck's a method to my brilliance
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Deph's Mnemonic!
A catalyst on planet Earth, get jacked like Johannesburg
I'm calling out you rappers like a spear, fuck a battle verse

And even worse is the sanity I lost
At a sub-Saharan sunset where I'm tackling my thoughts
Pop! Real sick like a Keenan Milton heel flip
Up a staircase to Heaven, homie that's some real shit
Pick up the mic and they know it's me
Who's this on the phone? Hello Clarice

Shawn House laced the dopest beat, you're out of order
Only a quarter street credible as 4th Dub
Slaughtering your whole team's word is poetical
Probable forensics found your head decaying with no opticals
Deph's Mnemonic omega supreme overkill quarantine
Our brains are projects where the cops don't go

Accordingly dropping flows like Mandela
Are you down for revolution? Man, hella
Lekuku Warcore like Shaka Zulu
Hallucinating on Shaman's potions, and I don't even know voodoo
Tru as the youth of the future of nations
We make music for the patrons, escaping Lucifer's basement

Stop hatin', I wish to unify the globe
And overload the system leaving demons to the crows
Time doesn't apply to my existence

And if my rhymes seem offbeat it's
Cause they live their own dimensions
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