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bambu - i beg of you lyrics

[intro]
what it do family? i need everybody to um, make some noise one time

[hook]
give it up for me please
(as we welcome)
put your hands in the air
(one of the world’s greatest)
if you know what’s good for you
(for the people, by the people, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout)
you want to shake it like you just don’t care
(if you don’t, you need to catch up)
would you please clap your hands
(so ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls)
now get up on your feet
(being the fine low frequencies)
i beg of you to get up and dance
(welcome)
it’s such a crazy kick -ss beat
(bam-bu!)

[verse one]
ahhh
this the start of my departure
the time bomb on the martyr
from parkas, d-ckies and a starter
to 50 pound body armor
then trying to wipe off the karma before i have me a daughter
and living in hopes of making my son proud of his papa
i’m looking back at my raps
regretting only ’bout half
but never regret the intent to get my people on track
self ent-tled was idealistic but i was young
and i ain’t really start to get it until i became a native gun
and f-ck if that ain’t fall apart like all the sh-t in my life
from mom and dad’s nightly fights to choosing a wrong wife
and for the first time in my life
a bunch of sh-t going right
then credit reports and overdraft charges turn down the lights
put up a light if you feel me homie
pull out an armalite when they finally get me
still screaming bars and make sure my change stay sharp
p-ss rifles out to families, let’s see who starves
yeah

[hook]
give it up for me please
([?] is my main man)
put your hands in the air
(i want you to reach up like you trying to touch god, you know what i’m talkin’ bout?)
if you know what’s good for you
you want to shake it like you just don’t care
(we got that good good)
would you please clap your hands
(clap it up one time)
now get up on your feet
(stand up…tippy toe)
i beg of you to get up and dance
it’s such a crazy kick -ss beat
(yeah)

[verse two]
very rarely do the poor get opportunities like this
to speak in front of thousands of kids and they listen and sh-t
aye!
i run into ’em at the seafood city, catch me at the jolly b
and tell me that they find a little pride in what i speak
i just tell ’em i’m the same
my mama still ride the bus
my uncle’s still smoking stuff
my credit’s still f-cked up
that’s the beginning of ground work
building on that face to face
and not just on that facebook, organizing on a twitter page
aye, i’m the same, i speak that sh-t when i’m on stage
but if you knew me you would know that i organize in l.a
cause i do recognize that music ain’t no genuine change
merely a way to raise the way you thought the game got played
to get you thinking ’bout sh-t critically
stop listening and build
don’t just grab a picket sign when that next boy k!lled
it goes beyond the conscious rap song and i’m out in the field
rapping cool
but words never break bones, you feel? uh ha

[hook]
give it up for me please
(make some noise y’all)
put your hands in the air
(n0body move, n0body get hurt ya heard?)
if you know what’s good for you
you want to shake it like you just don’t care
(bounce, bounce)
would you please clap your hands
(clap it, huh)
now get up on your feet
(e’rybody)
i beg of you to get up and dance
it’s such a crazy kick -ss beat
(uh, uh)

[verse three]
very rarely do the poor get opportu-
oh i said that
but sh-t, that sh-t is real and only my people will get that
so why the f-ck in all of marx’s beard would i waste this
opportunity to speak against what keep us this way?
money, money over people, i could never be them
celebrated rapper celebrating k!lling our kin
never been, never been i a sucker to a green paper
cause i’ll get it for my fam
i’m a motherf-ckin’ raider
not a motherf-ckin’ traitor
i am still not a player
but i get f-cked on the daily by the president and mayor
by the taxes that i pay up
now whenever i get sick
i find it cheaper just to update my will then pay a bill
i got friends with three degrees and they as bad off as me
because of student loans, they got worser credit than me
yeah
while the u.s. dollar be steady devaluing
i don’t know what that says to y’all but that’s slavery to me
goodnight!

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