Aiyyo, wordup Man you how I feel Gotta be more to it this, word up
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Whattup, I know baby Nah man, it's not, it's not yo up I'm tellin you now I know this shit though,
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it out True underground sound from the boogie Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they Calling out racists, at rolling stone details and other places, krs is the source Fuck these magazine hip-hop off course You'll about black mayors, black senators Why you got no black editors? Everytime I do an interview in stone They sendin me a writer look like he's home alone Ignorant, to the culture and the This has got to -- your whole spot Is blown sky high, battle why My view is bird's eye, scopin my third eye You understand, why you're publically banned Until you the writing skills of a black man Black editor, all of us thuggin Gossiping who's homosexual of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world You get with me, so now in midtown You wanna stop and to me? ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication? Look I'm this
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