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That's what I'm talking about
This is what I'm talk-- This is hip-hop
Locksmith in the buildling
I told y'all

I got you stuck off the realness
I spit nothing but street
Step to this, you're good as gone, word is bond
'Cause I don't need gimmicks
I got you stuck off the realness
You better ask somebody
Word is bond, I go on and on
Locksmith

Look
Young fella, umbrella
Locked in his closet so the rain comes hella
Harsher than expected, neglected, he's got a chipped shoulder
His big brother is locked up and he's not sober
Started smoking at age ten, sipping at thirteen
It's hard to admit, but he's a hurt teen
He's hurting but he buries it in aggression
He started rapping, that's the natural progression
It's more about the melodies and less about the lyrics
The content, drug, money, and b*t*hes
The flow never switches, the beat never falters
He's got a passion like the preacher at the altar
Stealing from his mother, she barely pays the rent
And the church wanna take ten percent?
Community division, and now he's faced with decisions, yeah

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