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I'm a blood suckin, puffin' thug frontin', love muffin'
Why ma'am that's quite nice, yeah sure I'd love
Warm the oven covered honey oat and butter nut
Bake about 100 cause I'm coming my buddies (what up)
We don't to butt in, but there's nothing better coming up
Pack it in it ya strap on in, buckle up
but the truth, I'm telling you the truth
Hip-hop is still alive, and I am proof
And in order to improve we must it at the root
Shooting for the knees not you see these pupils
of useful youthful exuberance
Music refutes that abuses the
And of freedom of well freedom to speak
see that as free time build em and teach
Yeah read it and weep cause increases your knowledge and ideas dealing in the street
While is fine, and the library's vital god is the bomb, and LeVar is my idol
Crime story, story, autobiography, short story, long story, novel, or comedy
Non-fiction rythme nonsense now not an option squashed it (squashed) stop it (stop)
The not has been noddin' they noddin' noggins, and now the real start of the truth
So move the movement, movement of humans
Using the tools we were with
Or you can forfeit fortunes to the less fortunate
Unfortunately the poor kids are to form they thoughts on things formally taught to them it seems to be the least important part to think and dream believing things could never get any better than this
So rejecting intellect neglecting interest the becomes a nest of sex
Best as extra time to emphasize what mom and papa tried to hide
Eject the desktop the Xbox
And let's not there watch this head-shot and watch they head pop open and then drop to the floor keep going cause nobody said stop
Our only hope is the music listening to influencing they intution ability to
Recognize between right and wrong it's either hit or miss no intermission and is on
A light goes on an idea to volunteer my time, my mind, my rythme defines the things in life decide to write a positive vibe acknowledging the might of the rhyme
I am