You say one for the treble, two for the on y'all let's rock this! You say one for the treble, two for the on!
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Hip Hop is prosecution The out of court Ad space for without benefits Luxury tenements choking the It's low life getting tree-top Here there's a water remedy Bitter to memory A E felony the death penalty Stimulant and sedative, original Violently competitive, a school The break beats you get broken on and inappropriate Hip Hop went from selling crack to it Medicine for Remind me of Thelonius and to B-Boys getting busy The snap shot The man's jack-pot A two dollar box Sold beneath the crack sponsor of the black glock Gold in the back shot the sovereign state of the have-nots Where farmers have trouble cash crops It's all city like two Hip Hop will amaze you you, pay you Do you say do But black, it can't you