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Hip Hop Is Dead
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Knox Hill
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Yeah Ay, we just doin' something different out here (Samad cook it up, yer) Small products lost problems, rock bottoms Narcotics, armed robberies, rottweilers Welcome to the land of the Godfathers Let me take you back here where it all started I was in Jamaica rocking with the dance halls Band jams in throw with the chance scratch songs That summer [?] with the wack song The Bronx blocks with bomb drops and Jam's row LL was Cool J Jam Master Play the 808s Grandmaster flash-based out the base Those the days that can go fitted in gold ropes [?] with Nike [?] Like fight the power we were enemies to public needs In the summer it was Ice Ts and f*ck The Police Dr. Dre was smoking chronic Charlie Brown, Snoop was hitting bitches Doggystyle in the background G-Funk back in the Foreground Meanwhile, the era is gold [?] Pac was rollin', Big was blowing Rap was Bad boy Pac was shot and he was mad boy Made a couple disses in the lab oh lawd, "Hail Mary" We lost 2 soldiers, then it all changed Nah, literally, then it was all bling We married mainstream, thought that it was all the fling Then the white boy came and it was all the scene Suddenly rap was backpacking in the coldest sack [?] middle America But little Erica, the parents gasped Lindsey dropped it low but really it was all a parent trap! Music hit the scene, ATL lit the fluid of new black movement From Yung Jocs to Jeezy, Young Jocks so fleezy After schools and bump the club hits funny how the outcasts loved it The message of the rebel we can all relate But somewhere way along the way, I think we oughta wait From the pushers now its users Pump, Uzi, Migos have no Trippie Redd computers T-Pain changed the game and here we are [?] From witty raps and nitty-gritty facts And in the midsts of that, I entered and my type is thin But I don't really fit in caps I don't trust control I ought to view Delete the news and leave your screens froze Can't alter facts, take my card I play my heart But life don't come with starter packs You highlight the haters, hate my stock your mark get capped Keyboard bench warmers never started rap Mad at mirrors but instead you aim at me and arc your back And somewhere out beneath the trees I just sit back tie my threes And think: "It's my turn to finally spin a track"
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