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dj critical hype - average joe (3 beat blend) lyrics

[verse 1]
who is k. dot? a young n-gga from compton
on the curb writing raps next to a gun shot
on the corners where the gangsters and the k!llers dwell
the fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
everyone i knew was either crip or piru
cousins in elementary, relatives in high school
with that being said, each one of their rivals
was aiming something at my head, i needed survival
got jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot back
and i don’t even push a line, i’m just tryna push these rhymes
in the midst of staying neutral and discrete
my momma said you’re judged by the company you keep
but what you can consider, that if it goes down
they’ll k!ll you if you k!ll me, it gets deep n-gga
so if you ask what i’m doing
i’m tryna duck the influence of my city that’s brewing, real talk, and

[verse 2]
i was walking from centennial
when an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and i was like hol’ up
where you from? “i don’t bang”
where you stay? “westside”, that’s a piru gang to be exact
well aware they had blue across they hat
dropped backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac
shots rang out, hoping to god i wasn’t wet
crossed across rosecrans and ran inside of the yet
chirped the homies on the i-95, they said they already knew
what happened, and meet ’em outside the garage
never seen that many guns in my life
i was paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge
grabbed the nine-ball, opened up the door, then got in
somebody said fall back, we gon’ make these n-ggas suffer
you my brother like a frat, and that’s just to remind you
thought about that so long i had failed my finals, f-ck, but

[verse 3]
i don’t do black music, i don’t do white music
i do everyday life music
give ’em cuts like a n-gga pierced a knife through it
you say you through, but i’ve been through it, now that’s cold
and this is for my county building children
in hub city on hubcaps, no power-steering
i use perseverance in this mad city
where the n-ggas drink remy and hold semis for cutthroats
bernie mac died, it’s no joke
don’t ask why if you don’t know about these k!llers and thieves
seven grams of weed, you smoke that, but i’m high off life
i could fall out the sky like twice
and land in the land of the aks
and the minivans where the fan never on
cause it’s hotter than a lunatic’s underarms in a straitjacket
in other words, we get it cracking, but i keep it cool, you know?

- dj critical hype lyrics

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