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It seem like cats that rap can't move beyond the status quo
And wonder why ain't no black women at they show
Molotov concoct to stand apart from other writers
Money precedes me like well known guerrilla fighters
Real cats who rhyme for the people, that's me
Be in the hood like fried chicken laced with MSG
In the N.O., where if you're good, you didn't render
They would take your shit like the sign is to gender
They'll say anti-semitic with the rhetoric I spit
And I hate Jews like my name was Pope Benedict
That would contradict the moral of the lesson
I hate no group, I hate the agent of repression
Mics I'm blessin', pass the outer city limits
Outlandish if you thought confined to degrees and minutes
Boy made in Trinidad, I got those bitches
And I know they can decipher like a pig to niggas
Right here, right time, sight clear, write rhymes
Astounded with rhymes while surrounded by crime
MCs in they prime, combine and seize time
The goal is success, maybe more, nothing less
Uh, pumpin' this heat, I can stop shits
White kids 'bout to push my disc like a mosh pit
Brown boys say homes got spit
Get up in the booth, straight black, man, I'm gothic
Y'all microscopic, if it's nice, I'm the topic
You ain't gettin' the picture, guess they cropped it
Reason and logic, fire wire, fiber optic
They gonna wanna cop it soon as I drop it
I can see the future, not a prophet, I'm a prophet
Bet when this beat get to poppin', I'ma rock it
Like the shit in my closet, still can't cop it
Do my thing, I don't do the gossip, the nonsense
Play like a tackle or a trap, try and block it
An offensive line, do you really wanna guard it?
Fathered this rap style, I'm signin' as the guardian
Sixteen cuts for ten bucks, that's a bargain
Karmic retribution gon' arrive at a check
'Cause we strive for success and derive the respect
Bold to not be pigeonholed, we stubborn
People don't expect us 'cause the geography is southern
From traditional to digital storefronts, we can response
Positive and pivotal, forefront of a renaissance
Listenin' to reclamation of a stolen culture
Shockin' motherfuckers like we MKUltra
Fight for what's righteous, rap for the love
IPod music, they won't play it in the club
DJ spin it with a Serato or dub
Collectin' every dollar off these dubs, then back to the hood
The city that we like to call the crescent
Where the skills by perfection make 'em look adolescent
True school music, I'm addressin' all the dressin'
A brother keep pressin' 'til I'm vested, come on, bro
Right here, right time, sight clear, write rhymes
Astounded with rhymes while surrounded by crime
MCs in they prime, combine and seize time
The goal is success, maybe more, nothing less



Авторы: Ryan Gillmor



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