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we ain’t wannabe b-ball stars this is rap music
when cl-ss makes a sick beat, we call it a cl-ssic
a slew of bills fill my mailbox on the month
so what you betting, i like my odds in the seventh
one reason i was workin so hard, on my music
i’m tryin’ to pull a g times three on every fifteenth
and kids came up with this thing called jerkin
so getcha feet into the heat start lurkin
y’all chickens on shattered dreams, and broken promises
i’m a sun of man, maccabee brand, so pay homage
in other words, if your rap ain’t workin
my flows automatic, i’m a monster i’m a savage
you know what i’m sayin’, cheatin’ with the n-gg-
as i hit you with a boom from the trigga
i probably don’t, but i bet i might remember your brain
me and shorty, we enact the blue lagoon again
smoke the cigar, you better be large, n-gg-
what drives their deadly obsession. and meet the men
i see the eyes, you definitely a lost man
and the oklahoma bombings, we all got something in common
you were switching the hips and perking them lips
i feel like slicing an axe and catastra fingertips
and poppa’s gone, yet he left behind the s-m-n
tryin to scratch my rips tryin to match my chips
cause when i do what i do i breaks the bank
cause my breath always stank every time i take a drank
the name is uhuru, please stop calling me horus
and stay away from girls, who playin roles like an actress
came in the bank with a tank, fired a blank
the name is uhuru, please stop calling me horus
can’t hang with us gorillas, you just an orangutan
’til a n-gg- salary change to lateral gain
then my l-st of words start giving life new meaning
to let our hearts convey what we’re feeling?
pull it out and stick it in again
crack is what we selling, snitch n-gg-s be telling
stretched cruise control i slam the doors on a rover
i don’t know anything else, but taking over
never mind the criticize because me crew be la
they wanna see me talkin bout thug law
my last supper is at the p-ssover
what your future’s got in store
deviling this babylon with strength and dedication
before we make love let’s have a good conversation
can’t think with a bullet in your f’n brain
isn’t it a shame that blacks feel the pain
or go to mickey d’s and ask for an application might yell up at the bar, cause it ain’t a train



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