Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe We defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers Puttin
apple Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe We defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers Puttin
out the waist It'll be weeks before your neck come out the brace Months before the verdict come out the case When I'm there, the hypno come out the case Hip hop pops wait for
for a change like Barack said And I don't care Hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me I'll leave them playing for
won't chap dance, and fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here My net is from jet setters to cab fares Hip-hop
gets weaker and weaker Maybe I can make a difference through a mic and a speaker So my lyrics flow different than a hip-hop be bop Mic controller who
Like A Centipede Hoes Through His Door Make Sure He's A Memory One Nigga But I Got Em' Shook Like There's Ten Of Me Go Hard In Hip-Hop Hope They Remember
and hip hop's my food dish I do it for Clifornia, Texas, both the Carolina's to Florida New York, Nevada, Illinois, Georgia, my DC And Maryland niggaz yeah this is for
mon J.O.B, la on me respecte J'ai des skills pis une voix sexy C'tun 60eme show, c'est juste du real dans ma biographie B-boy, hip hop cv, Bakawa 2 J
get got in the age of hip hop it's just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktop born to sing a lyric immaculately concepted no strain in your game if your game is respected
of sin I pray for the day we see you rise again Uh [Nas] [Broady] Thug Poet Street analyst is this, the Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to Thug Poet Flows for your block, Hip-Hop
you say you're holding guns, you're rolling with Beetlejuice I black out 'til I'm blue in the face Necro laced "Agent Orange", kid but you a disgrace Yelling "save hip-hop
dominance Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop
a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his So {*heavy breathing*} breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck And I never HEAT you for respect,
, Baby Catch Me Throwin An Eighty In The Latest Bentley Goin Out, And Whezzy Never Hit A Foul, A Hot Guy Does Hip-Hop Flyies Are Knockin Up, Out The Park
this audio delite, Coz my drum goes ?dum diddy-dumma? Check it out: One time, for your mind Two?s for your [soul] Three?s for your body, and Four?s for
less than Bullshit,(West Side) And who can hang with the all around remainders, A real entertainer, We bout to open up the whole true hip hop, Explore
