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Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Right,
Brother, why don't you
How did hip-hop get up in this ill rap game?

Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who followin'?
(Uhh)
The niggaz skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'?

niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a

Swallowin'
we be imperialistic
Who shit without bein' materialistic
show

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause the got dough don't mean they got that flow

Just 'cause them niggaz got don't mean they got that flow

What? Nigga, you can it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, feel how inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes I'm sendin' it
Now your soul bubblin' sugar so you'll remember it

Legitimate, imminent, crash for illiterate
From August to September, is heavenly given it
From center split, of thoughts that's mad booty
'Cause you twisted and rudey don't everything's

when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it
Now some pop shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales
(Whoo)
sayin' shit it just smells
Here's some Southside Saturday love like

My syndicate is tight, quite right for times
Contradictin' all the hype, the berry-more-black
All mine, fine wines to rhymes
For forty projects, it naughty like Treach

Ahh, yo,
Yes, sir
My brother, why don't you
How did get caught up in this ill rap game?

Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they
(Right)
The niggaz with skills or them who be hollerin'?

niggaz that be hollerin' be substitute, modelin'
The with the skills forever keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips shit without materialistic
show

Ask Duke, he
'Cause them got dough don't mean they got that flow
Hah
'Cause niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow

Please, man, I burned some of the most fattest MC's
Like chromium percolinate, it's not tangible for them
To understand the holy weight, it takes soul to make a crowd
Prince stated, hey, wait 'til we get off label

And I waited twelve for the perfect opportunity
(Twelve months)
To thump, bump loved by my community
(Thump, bump, c'mon)
I'm movin' on all you punk, Bambino
Your style's depleted like muscles without acids

I blast with mass times matter
clingin' to endeavors defined, clever words
Thus waiting never, frustrating to rip
My rap eradicate
(Eradicate shit)

For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with in mating season
Creating shit never before it
I'm makin' hybrids, created potent enough to eyelids
And pupils dilated, stress is alleviated

Now it's easier economically feasible
For me to rap listeners queasy and inebriated
We made it, we came, dedicated, we rated
with or without the cream

Yo, yo,
Yes, sit
Brother, why don't you
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap

Nah, I got a question, in hip-hop who followin'?
(Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be

The that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz with always and forever keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips shit bein' materialistic
Statistics

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that
That's
Just 'cause niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow