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I'm a blood suckin, drug puffin' thug frontin', love
Why ma'am that's quite nice, yeah sure I'd love
Warm from the oven honey oat and butter nut
about 100 cause I'm coming with my buddies (what up)
We don't mean to butt in, but there's nothing coming up
Pack it in forget it ya on in, buckle up
Nothing but the truth, I'm you the truth
Hip-hop is still alive, and I am living
And in order to improve we must kill it at the
for the knees not until you see these pupils
Youthful of useful exuberance
Music refutes that the rules
And of freedom of speech freedom to speak
see that as free time build em and teach
Yeah read it and weep reading increases your knowledge and ideas dealing in the street
While college is fine, and the library's vital god is the bomb, and is my idol
Crime story, mind story, autobiography, short story, long story, novel, or
Non-fiction rythme spittin now not an option squashed it (squashed) stop it (stop)
The not has been noddin' they noddin' noggins, and now the real start of the truth
So move with the movement, of humans
Using the tools we were born
Or you can forfeit your fortunes to the less
Unfortunately the poor kids are forced to form they thoughts on things formally taught to them it seems to be the least important part to think and dream believing things could get any better than this
So rejecting intellect neglecting interest the internet becomes a of sex
Best described as extra time to what mom and papa tried to hide
the desktop inject the Xbox
And let's not stop there watch this head-shot and watch they head pop and then drop to the floor keep going cause nobody said stop
Our only is the music they listening to influencing they intution ability to
between right and wrong it's either hit or miss no intermission and intermission is on
A goes on an idea to volunteer my time, my mind, my rythme defines the finer things in life decide to write a positive vibe acknowledging the might of the rhyme
I am