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poor righteous teachers - culture freestyles (interlude) lyrics

[intro]
ayo, bust it right yo. we ain’t made a record in three years. and for some strange reason it still sound like n-ggas just puffing blunts, drinking 40’s, running up in the studio and just saying the first sh-t that come out they head. yo. hahaha

my selectah
my selectah
my collector
my collector
my selectah
my selectah
yo, yo

[verse: culture freedom]
booming din bim ba i came to riff
shoot my gift, but i don’t’ have to puff on any spliff
just the raw talent, you know my sh-t is gallant
when i tight walk you know i never lose my balance
on the microphone i be freezing kids dome
like ah, al capone you best to left me alone
cause wise said you’ll be caught in a funeral home
i got the type of style and you know i come from
straight from the land of t is the capability
to wreck the microphone and be a raw mc
now many brother think they can rip, then follow me
but they can’t and i say that they ain’t, ’cause i
only went to the first grade i’m brave
direct the microphone like a runaway slave
they used to call me dave but now they call me culture
i grab the microphone then i grab a freaking boulder
off your freaking shoulder while the rhythms getting older
just like i told ya, i’m from south dakota
i used to live and climb on the hills and wash my cloths on a rock
and now all i do is disc jock
i gotta see the crowd jumping
i gotta see the crowd jumping
i gotta see the motherf-ckers pumping
cause if they ain’t doing that i feel my sh-t is wack
so, i must attack, yo i must attack
so ah, wise intel’ please help me
cause i’m about to slip down a hole and totally lose control
that’s why they say, hey hey hey hey hey hey
hey, hey, hey what’s going on?
what the f-ck is going on?
what’s going on?
what the f-ck is going on?
(come with the lyrics)
i’m just like speedy
i’m greedy with my whole type graffiti
i rap for the needy, i got to get the meaty
chunks in my soup so i can make a phat loop
buy my rims…

- poor righteous teachers lyrics

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