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Yo, when the bass thump, the place jumpLike it's way crunk, yeah,Fake punks get they face lumpedSent to the most high, by the most fitYou gotta do, fuck that almost shitThe fam is close knitYou diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin'Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin'Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrivalLeaving no evidence of a struggle for survivalSongs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the BibleStepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'It's the T to the A-L-I-be the deep rooterRolling with my Wannabattle cats with Chief BuddhaAnd see through the overspecializedUnderpressurizedNo lie texturizedEmcees who got the masses mesmerizedWith empty rhetoricThey better quitNIggas so hollow that they echo like sentimentsSongtexte[Chorus: x6]Nowadays rap artists coming halfheartedCommercial like pop, or underground like black marketsWhere were you when hiphop died?Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'What more can I say, we stay buildingAnd make killingsTake children through the wilderness, by the handIt's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a manExactly, pack trees in my khakisMy sound fat like a kneeWhile you thin like a MackeyCome on, shine so bright when I walk byYou got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eyeWhat! Say somethingYou stay frontingIt ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game huntingMe and Tek stay way bluntedWave running on beaches with white sandWith a slight tanSmack the mic stand with my right handWhen I'm excitedLeave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite itOn fire like property lost to riotsYo, ain't no stopping us when we all united[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania