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Yeah, I to not write diss tracks Distracts the vision, reversing syntax Win that, found a brother in Keytown He said a war make a king It's what you do the crown 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 throw my with Round robin a mic Six exit of Compton Trying not to be the old dude always screaming Hating on the new dudes, I could school fools Instead of leveraging veteran status for betterment been itching like them kids coming to get me When you finally reach pinnacle, hard to not be cynical But slow down, enjoy the Many are called, few That's the hip hop I fell in love
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On that boom-bap dad back when my dad Ran his through they living room And they set the crib on like "if I can't have you, no one can" love, mixed messages, curses and blesses Like patience is a virtue, but I ain't to hurt you Like crack smoke is silly, but crack sales is And the black man is god but if you try to the squad *pow* My uncle got smoked by a bloke reppin' Ghostown And I wish I known him My granny said he cold on saxophone And he's why I love It's how a man you never met can influence you Like the music for which you could shape how you raise your children Like crooked men with dope pens how I make my living affiliation, how it fascinated a nation but That's the hip hop I in love with
That slow cook, dry rub, marinate, gotta let it sit That's the hip hop I in love with the hip hop I fell in love with That slow cook, that head nod, the brace, that stank face That's the hip hop I fell in with That's the hip hop I in love with
Yeah, b-boy, p-noid, me and qya Roll into show like aché ate Destroy, deploy, eclectic low Sho' nuff showed up "don't play, José" Take notes of this fire hydrant of I the dopest emcees to stay bold, kid Heavy-handed pen stroke, been dope Reaganomics Trickle down and my hometown if I'm honest Me - a city boy, show me no pity, boy Stand up, man up, the only rules of the On climbing over fences to edge of the LA River And scribble the the city thought were silly But we was all we had though, next door to the Between 13 and dieciocho This is how we 'em, hybrid hip-hop and hoodlum True school 'em cause the one you enrolled in is ya Backpack of rhyme books, no hooks, that's for My emcees don't play no stadiums the Palladium, battling the openers Only audience stood in awe and awkwardness Obvious we were too young but rap than guns kickflips, I don't hold semi-automatic clips They haggling for me to get a blue rag From my pocket, tangling with the crowd Stop it but the hip-hop I fell in love with the hip-hop I threw my dubs with