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hhc webmaster - wall street lyrics

intro : this movement isn’t about the 99% defeating or toppling the 1%, you know the next chapter of that story which is that the 99% create a new 1%.. that’s not what it’s about. what we want to create is “power to the people x2”

(hook)
the rich keep getting richer.. that proves we ain’t equal and the poor stay poor
[discs are scratching..blunts are being p-ssed and… living in h-ll centro.]
(hook)

[verse1]
i’m nineteen years young, and i ain’t playin it dumb
i got a whole life to lead, and i ain’t rappin for fun
i got stilos like cee-loo i’m out here yo
f-ck you, you and you too yo

new generations is lost, ain’t care and won’t listen
and the amount of f-cks they don’t give, won’t make a difference
so what’s the difference, between me and you
alright fine coo’ ill tell you

on the mic you chokin’ strokin him for the torch
you domeless, never been homeless hopeless of course
you got swag, i got god on my side
i’m tired, i ain’t no longer ready to die (yolo)

i died of laughter when i heard yall wack rappers
ladies love the goat and well, this chapter of actors
i’m aware but you ain’t aware, but im here for you to care
i let politicians secondlook me and give me they 3rd eye stare

the man upstairs is perfect, and downstairs we ain’t christ-like
i just might, spread the faith to a zion-dike
start a business and fund the next anti-christ
worry about the wrong things, and drop the mic

who woulda thought, i thought about peace & love
in high school i wasn’t cool, or high with a dove
and when i graduated i thought i made it
and while that’s debated, man you gotta face it

(hook)
power to the people, the rich keep getting richer
that proves we ain’t equal, and the poor stay poor
im with your future favorite rapper…
(hook)

[verse2]

it’s like wall street, a piece of p-ssy, what we call beats
drama when we all meet, 100 tracks all heat
f-ck it let us all eat, p-ssy make my b-lls speak
hear em screamin’? yea “my bars hard cuz’ im hearin demons (oh word)
but still it’s great k!llin fakes, takin breathalyzers concealin eighthz’
with dead bodies fillin lakes, look at all the f-ckin money that a villian makes
dirty d-ck “how much penicillin will it take? ” ‘i dont know’
f-ck it im f-ckin till my d-ck falls off and coating b-tches throats so much it p-ss halls off
laws, is my first name
zombie in the dirt game, youngin’z was fillin’ studio lobbies when i first came, bustin’ freestyle cyphers and taking names[b-tch]
im at your grannies rest home, and im takin aim
perform an autopsy right after i rape her brain
place your bets, me versus f-gs actin’ g-y for fame

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