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Hip-hop That's what I see when I look in the of whether I'm not a bestseller I'm a class spitter The literal literature Painting pictures for listeners From any and all The fusion of what's written creates a fission Canibus-ism The intellectual division of science and People waste their momentum trying to it All I do it put it to ink then put it to See what you think, maybe I should to a shrink I could fix the way they at the world read all these books in a barrel But they can't for themselves Self-contained, I'm all balls, belts and Muslim strong 'cause no one ever help
Observe the whole pain And tell me you ain't of prayin' The catholic faith never be the same You be put in chains 'cause you got a Muslim name Sent to Guantnamo Bay and tortured for Man, I'd rather buy some land and grow an of grapes Drink juice, stay away from steaks and shakes and snakes rats in the corporations is fake Nobody ever gives you what they already didn't Invest and wait, you'll be broke you break Man you learn to a lock you wanna open a gate I mimic haters like flight at air bases Recovered from an inverted spin, now I'm Those who to Rip the Jacker with hate Show poor taste and exacerbate their fate MicClub.net, get it right Get it right, get a mic