Aye Woogie..
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I articulate another kind of form to bomb you
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Aerial, biological warfare for your stereo
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I¡¯m like a black aero tropic
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Yo, fuck the Nazis
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I walk the block with the Glock, I never hard to find me
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For you constant these gangsters caught up in the stereo
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It¡¯s only a matter of time until our streets are like Syria
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I pick the man in the mirror to ensure my vision is clearer
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Then give you the truth line for line like Al Jazeera
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My call of duty ain¡¯t online, I see these ghetto streets
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Hip-hop is way more than catchy hooks and high beats
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Hip-hop is way more than catchy hooks and high beats
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Hip-hop is way more than catchy hooks and high beats
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I wonder where it all went wrong, too much to fair them
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Guess these rappers start distresssin bout goin platinum
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Once they position on the charts instead of what¡¯s up in their hearts
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Is it possible to stay true and make a million?
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Cuz the bitch you need is here with us, become the villain
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The dark knight rises, I¡¯m not much for disguises
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How many 50 rappers need to check your panty sizes?
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Why? You gon get a yeast infection
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You mislead hip-hop, it need a new direction
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Whack shit¡¯s the norm and to be dope¡¯s the exception
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She had a resurrection and commited suicide
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You kept on partyin like when Whitney Houston died
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Now it¡¯s a bunch of whack niggas and whacker music
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Thanks to Twitter everyone¡¯s a critic.. or a hot producer
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Shit.. I don¡¯t even fucking care
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Can¡¯t blame myself no more, whack shit coming out from everywhere
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With you I had J Rou and we had a keen team
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Now everybody sound like Dre, global bootleg easy
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Now that¡¯s not hot son, I¡¯m back to baggy jeans big enough to hide a fuckin shotgun
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Timbaland¡¯s shelltoes PF¡¯s and Chuck¡¯s
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Maybe some vans but beside that I don¡¯t give a fuck
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Jordan? He already made a fortune
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1-50 for some shoes? Who the fuck you extorted?
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And Nike.. they play niggas for some fools
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Catch them kids over them
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They like whoever, just keep buying shoes
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Monkey see ? monkey do
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J said change clothes not throw ¡®em away fool
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Hip-hop is jerseys, I don¡¯t understand
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You can¡¯t rock one even if you¡¯re a sports fan
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TV tell you what to think, what to wear
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What to buy, where to go, what to drink, welcome
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Welcome
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To about 10.000 miles of more bullshit and fake shit
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You¡¯ll be a captain for this hook
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Fly maily
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In 7 years a lot have struggled but I hustled
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Got a heartache
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Finally gonna get what I deserve
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The Lay Over Intro/ Welcome
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Bishop Lamont |