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So this is hip-hop kid? (Word) This is hip-hop? This bullshit son? (This ain't bullshit) All right, check it We in it for twelve rounds, nothing less than ten yards We inspire the gods to bring t back now nigga Divine figure, mind twist tightly Style so superb that niggas wanna bite me Or fight me, that's unlikely See I'm swinging mad gems, magnifying your limbs You want more? Bring it And if I feel like heat I'm pumping two in your motor bitch, game over (nigga) Cause we ain't taking no shorts I'm the type of cat that got game on all courts Of all sorts, all sports, all American, all ghetto Walking these streets with all metal Y'all niggas can't fuck around, like brand new sound Punks jump up to get beat down And we thoroughly doing it Ain't nothing you can do to ruin it, we got this Kamackeris with King C, it's all about the beats bitch Blaze my tree You want money? Fuck the money You want power? Fuck the power SongtexteYou want respect? Fuck respect You want gold? Fuck that We take control You want money? Fuck the money You want power? Fuck the power You want respect? Fuck respect You want gold? They said life is what you make it, please I know niggas with degrees with no cheese No trees, no ones, no funds Life is crazy hard even if you got a job Pray to God for the ??, the take over This is how it be 21st century Wild out, shooting, polluting the air that we breathing Hostile law enforcement even It's all visual, three-fifths divisible The media keeping it visible Radio don't even spin they own records Heavy rotation program directors, Of that nonsense, coming in you conscience Introducing the monsters Aus Songtexte Mania