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...Don't be fooled by the shit that you hear on the radio, Hiphop ain't all glitz and glamour, bits of grammar, some of its is bammer, you're making a mockery of the mic, where's your manners?....
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...I use Meanstreaks to leave mean streaks of fame, scribers to crush bus windows, spray cans for fame, burners for learners, walk heavy terrain deranged, hitting up my crew and name, our job simple and plain, bringing wack writers to shame, this ain't no fucken game....
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If tomorrow comes, I'll have another day, to roll a jay and blay, and chill in the sun ray, try to sway away from evil, cause evil will leave you with negative portions, from ocean to ocean, corrupt cops, corrosion of bones, lungs and dumb domes, clones are still losin', information oozin' out of my mouth, no doubt, learn from yesterday to display a different style, without knowledge from history, your future would be a mystery, you wouldn't know if fire would freeze, shock, or start blistering, you wouldn't start listening once we started to flow, because you didn't know yesterday that our rhymes are so dope, hope and pray to be blessed with another day, thank God for memory, thank God for history, thank God for the things you gave, the skills that I display, if I wake up in the morning I'll thank God for another day....
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