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  • South of Detroit where the carpets lay
  • First time I heard awesome Dre 48 hour straight in the spot
  • Exhausted day, lil nigga broke it pitiful
  • Hands cold as *****, blowing in, I’m making smoke signals
  • Earl Flyn, top ten original
  • Lost my *****in mind when I heard the sound, here we go
  • Big fellow, smoking gan with a gangsta remy
  • My favorite linebacker, guess I was on this really
  • Bumpin that, you got the chill by air assignment
  • The roof was on fire for real, I saw it burning
  • And I ain’t give a *****, I don’t drive it without a permit
  • No future in my brunch, smacked up, pick out your perkich
  • Then I hit the hiphop shop spittin it harder
  • That P boop and that made me more determined
  • A wrapped over dealer and that just confirmed it
  • Hiphop got me volleyballin, it’s time to serve it
  • Blonde as in Facebook
  • Splitter? Yo
  • What happened to the days when everybody was outside getting into something?
  • Listening to the real hiphop, spitting about what was going on in the hood, not what was going on in the club
  • We know what’s going on in the club mother*****er, we’re there
  • Yea, I came up in the era all about flows
  • Originality, reality and not your clothes
  • But niggas was fresh and lottos and shelltoes
  • British like Dookie Rolls filling soups and cangos
  • Overall Freon shirts, plus colors had those
  • Housing at a house party, everybody ho
  • Now these niggas only rap for hoes
  • Look how that hit wreck it
  • Being fresh is a thing of the past
  • I guess there is a God to them and goddamn we gotta pass the test
  • Who’s to say you made a pin note what you in it for
  • So name your price and say it right from the *****in door
  • And never compromise what you truly stand for
  • Cuz money can’t redeem deeds, or a snitch a whore
  • You are who you are til you an’t no more
  • Real talk, real walk get you even further
  • The side effect is true music might get you murdered
  • Like a Lennon in the 80’s gunned down by crazies
  • I reminisce without ever being bitter
  • Over the old days and radio play real niggas
  • Used to hit the corner store to hear the latest shit
  • Now all we got is best buy on target
  • Whack rappers clogging up Youtube
  • O’shea niggas uncommon see the ***** mute
  • I’d like to give a shout out to the real emcees
  • Like Busy Bee, Love Boat, Starks P
  • Treturous 3, Run DMC
  • Curtis Blow
  • Big Daddy Cane
  • To God Rakim
  • 80’s baby, raisin the 90’s where T stream ***** the police and Dre saved me
  • Outkast, UGK and J raised me
  • Premium fresh the release that play daily
  • Terry block nigga, we was on the block heavy
  • You say him em 8-0-8’s bank from out there box heavy
  • Upgraded from jumpers with a prestrike
  • Moment long days never days with Bozizi nights
  • 6 things were probly bidden and suck these movies regardless precision
  • Listen, weird niggas had to prove it was ill
  • Please swag a rap, massive that
  • On my southern playalistic Cadillac
  • Sells flow down to a pall, niggas rap was whack
  • Back before they blamed the south for the downfall
  • Pinat dropped, it was written secret vices
  • Reg if 3 beats we break then we fight for it nigga
  • We lie for the kryptonite to recite this
  • Hang on every line, ripped from a rhyme to reply this
  • Line up anyone of your fames, see who the nicest
  • And I won’t have a problem with the lineup, bribes list
  • Moded from the school of K, I listen Rakim
  • To great skies were the David Ben and Kazinem
  • I swear if you’ll get the best for me
  • Concede from a beat, hiphop til the death of me
  • See now, just because I’m from New York and I resigned in Los Angeles
  • Doesn’t mean I don’t ***** with west coast hiphop
  • I’m a real B boy
  • I listen to real hiphop
  • I ***** with the sound, I ***** with the noise
  • I ***** with the east and the west
  • As you can see on this track
  • We are cautionin this mother*****er
  • We got Mississippi up on this *****
  • And you got the apple
  • I even got John Radeen

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