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[mowf's
I've had any uhh..
Healthy of respect for, rappers
Because was rappin the wrong kind of thing..
Or that old bad language, foul
I never for that.. bad language
I don't care if you make ten dollars a day
It worth it
does it profit a man to gain the whole world
And lose his soul?
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mowf]
Yo, just a thought but I was
What if were to hit, would commercial be the shit?
A role-reversal -- imagine that
a cipher's too commercial and some corny rap is fat
Would hammer get props, and did ras kass sell out?
Your moms pumping organized konfusion through the
St. was a soda and they legalized the blunts
And everybody smoked em and the had fronts
Would niggaz sportin afros and and the braids
Switch to jheri curls, and high-top
And rappin bout the wasn't cool
The would pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in school
So who? be real, you choose? (nah)
re-al-ity and commercial-ity both fuse?
But I've got news check it out on the way (what? )
To making happen everyday, so I say

Question: do you have to be from the
In order, to know, how to rap
Question: do you have to pack a
Serve time, to learn how to rhyme?
Question: do you you have to be a gang
Or drug slanger, to be a rap
do you have to be an alcoholic
Or a drug fiend, to make on the rap scene?

Check it out, I was in my crib
With my on the dial, bout to watch a video for a while
Freestyle rules, yes
The song's hustlers, smokin mad weed
And how many gats you can in your coat
And how you pull it, and discharge the bullet
Are real o.g.'s, the real
A brother out the pen with the pen sin
Can you me then -- if you knows why the do's always close
When I shows my demos, suppose it's the clothes (nah)
Shoulda choose timbo's
Or talked about hoes in my flows (that's how it goes)
Yo it's if you live that
If I can't relate, are my less fat?
Cause I'm not a hustler, a gangster, a or a g
I'm an mc bein me, so I ask

do you have to be from the hood
In order, to know, how to rap
do you have to pack a tec-9
Serve jail time, to how to rhyme?
Question: do you you have to be a banger
Or drug slanger, to be a rap
Question: do you have to be an
Or a drug fiend, to make on the rap scene?

I wanna sell my soul to go gold
Or a gat to umm, go plat-i-numm
If my pockets fat then umm, let it be how I come
A smart intellectu-al, poet of the
Recitin over beats, representin the pen
I don't nines, but known to carry tens
In fingers, ten funk bringers, they to bring
Funk to a punk like a full of skunk, pee-eww
I see you, peek-a-boo, who
Got a weaker crew, a technique or two
Pay-per-view nigga, for the true niggaz, not the
Pullin triggers but the ones whose the figures
Whoa, a radical idea, imagine that
But who would wanna
Somethin in they ear
of somethin glorifyin just how triflin they live, so..

Question: do you to be from the hood
In order, to know, how to rap
Question: do you have to pack a
Serve jail time, to learn how to
Question: do you you have to be a banger
Or drug slanger, to be a rap
Question: do you have to be an
Or a drug fiend, to make on the rap scene?