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Yeah, I fight to not write tracks Distracts from the vision, reversing Win that, found a brother in Keytown He a war don't make a king It's what you do with the The crumbles at the feet of the humble But if you dope, you dope, just the pride way low That's the hip-hop I fell in with That's the hip-hop I my dubs with Round robin a mic Six exit east of not to be the old dude always screaming old-school Hating on the new dudes, I could school fools Instead of leveraging status for they betterment Ligaments been like them kids coming to get me you finally reach pinnacle, it's hard to not be cynical But slow down, the view Many are called, few the hip hop I fell in love with
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On that boom-bap dad back my neighbor's dad Ran his through they living room And they set the crib on fire like "if I can't you, no one can" Tainted love, mixed messages, and blesses Like patience is a virtue, but I afraid to hurt you Like crack is silly, but crack sales is kingly And the black man is god but if you try to the squad *pow* My uncle Charles got smoked by a bloke Ghostown And I wish I coulda him My granny said he cold on that And he's why I love It's how a man you never met can influence you Like the music for which you listen could shape how you raise your Like crooked men with pens inspired how I make my living Gang affiliation, how it fascinated a but That's the hip hop I fell in with
That slow cook, that dry rub, marinate, let it sit That's the hip hop I in love with That's the hip hop I in love with That slow cook, that nod, the neck brace, that stank face the hip hop I fell in love with That's the hip hop I fell in with
Yeah, b-boy, p-noid, me and qya into your show like aché ate Destroy, deploy, fresh low Sho' nuff showed up "don't play, José" Take notes of this fire of wokeness I the dopest emcees to stay bold, kid Heavy-handed pen stroke, been dope since Trickle down and ruined my hometown if I'm Me - a city boy, show me no pity, boy up, man up, the only rules of the committee On climbing over fences to edge of the LA River And the syllables the city thought were silly But we was all we had though, next door to the Between Florence 13 and This is how we grew 'em, hybrid and hoodlum True school 'em the one you enrolled in is failing ya Backpack of books, no hooks, that's for radio My favorite don't play no stadiums the Palladium, battling the openers Only audible audience in awe and awkwardness Obvious we were too young but rap than guns Master kickflips, I don't hold clips They for me to get a blue rag dangling my pocket, tangling with the wrong crowd Stop it but that's the I fell in love with the hip-hop I threw my dubs with