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durand - 81 rhymes in 24 bars lyrics

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yeah
ohio
one take

they really pullin’ tools on n-gg-s for shoes
can’t take ’em wit’ u when u die so who’s really the fool
while the white kid who’s gettin’ bullied run in his school
wit’ a shotty k!llin’ everyone except who said he was cool

can’t believe we still k!llin’ each other over colors
leavin’ so many sons, daughters, fathers, mothers and lovers to suffer
our ancestors are turnin’ over in their graves
and we supposed to be brothers

and you chicago n-gg-s are straight savage
i don’t even think cyrax from mortal kombat could make it in chiraq
every time i turn on the news another innocent k!lled or hijacked
we need to take this opportunity to stop the foolery and c–nery and start some kinda unity
cuz the same n-gg-s who screamin’ out “black lives matter” be the same ones who f-ckin’ up they community

man let me stop, i don’t wanna get shot – laid out, non-responsive
i ain’t from watts or compton
so how do i rock this contest
when n-body wanna hear conscious content all they wanna hear is constant nonsense

they want you to rap about money you ain’t got
the jordans you can’t cop
if you cheatin’ on yo’ girl at the strip club with eight thots
when you was servin’ that straight drop
cuz anything less just ain’t hot

so if it ain’t lit it ain’t sh-t
well i’ma man on a mission like futuristic
my flow is too s-d-stic, malicious and ballistic for you to miss it
you would hear that i’m truly gifted if you would listen

but you would rather hear n-gg-s arguin’ over the hoochie karuchi koochie
as if there’s not another 100 million choosey groupies
who would gladly take a roofie inside of their smoothie

why does everybody wanna be the black eminem or the white tech n9ne
prolly so they can have they cd’s at best buy
i believe that 90% of the independent and underground artists would sell they soul just to get signed

and i don’t wanna hear another n-gg- who’s had money his whole life talkin’ ’bout robbin’
and how he started from the bottom
come on stop it
wit’ your fake phony problems you ain’t got ’em

what you know about tryna raise a kid
with a serious developmental disorder
who has no friends to play with at recess
so he gets treated like he’s some type of a reject

and you wonder why we stressed
this ain’t the time to reflect
i’ll regress when these teachers start accommodatin’ my autistic son and show him some respect
i don’t wanna have to do something i’ll regret

- durand lyrics

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