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Somebody asked me what exactly I'ma do for black music Told them I'ma chop it up, loop and rap to it I'm a conscious slash average black human But see I'm from the street so you know I'm gonna keep that ass moving I passed numerous tests without using a tech A crack moving A school of hard knocks grad student Who you should respect, not 'cause crew sure connects But 'cause I rap (?) (?) I put in work (?) I'm a vet like Pat Ewing I blaze more Knicks than Reggie Miller My kid's doing the same old shit It never differ but I beg to differ Fuck a pardon I charge in the industry like a sergeant for pimping these artists Leave the talking to the grown-ups Regardless if you're, "So what? You sold out." Trying to hold clout and hold bucks in the same game So I say No double checking vocals, dude Vocals kill like weapons Never, never, never, never When I was young I want to grow up like Ice Cube Blow up like Aus Songtexte Mania