South of Detroit where the carpets lay
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First time I heard awesome Dre 48 hour straight in the spot
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Exhausted day, lil nigga broke it pitiful
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Hands cold as fuck, blowing in, I¡¯m making smoke signals
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Earl Flyn, top ten original
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Lost my fuckin mind when I heard the sound, here we go
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Big fellow, smoking gan with a gangsta remy
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My favorite linebacker, guess I was on this really
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Bumpin that, you got the chill by air assignment
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The roof was on fire for real, I saw it burning
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And I ain¡¯t give a fuck, I don¡¯t drive it without a permit
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No future in my brunch, smacked up, pick out your perkich
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Then I hit the hiphop shop spittin it harder
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That P boop and that made me more determined
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A wrapped over dealer and that just confirmed it
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Hiphop got me volleyballin, it¡¯s time to serve it
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Blonde as in Facebook
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Splitter? Yo
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What happened to the days when everybody was outside getting into something?
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Listening to the real hiphop, spitting about what was going on in the hood, not what was going on in the club
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We know what¡¯s going on in the club motherfucker, we¡¯re there
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Yea, I came up in the era all about flows
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Originality, reality and not your clothes
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But niggas was fresh and lottos and shelltoes
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British like Dookie Rolls filling soups and cangos
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Overall Freon shirts, plus colors had those
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Housing at a house party, everybody ho
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Now these niggas only rap for hoes
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Look how that hit wreck it
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Being fresh is a thing of the past
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I guess there is a God to them and goddamn we gotta pass the test
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Who¡¯s to say you made a pin note what you in it for
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So name your price and say it right from the fuckin door
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And never compromise what you truly stand for
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Cuz money can¡¯t redeem deeds, or a snitch a whore
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You are who you are til you an¡¯t no more
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Real talk, real walk get you even further
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The side effect is true music might get you murdered
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Like a Lennon in the 80¡¯s gunned down by crazies
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I reminisce without ever being bitter
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Over the old days and radio play real niggas
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Used to hit the corner store to hear the latest shit
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Now all we got is best buy on target
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Whack rappers clogging up Youtube
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O¡¯shea niggas uncommon see the bitch mute
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I¡¯d like to give a shout out to the real emcees
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Like Busy Bee, Love Boat, Starks P
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Treturous 3, Run DMC
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Curtis Blow
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Big Daddy Cane
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To God Rakim
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80¡¯s baby, raisin the 90¡¯s where T stream fuck the police and Dre saved me
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Outkast, UGK and J raised me
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Premium fresh the release that play daily
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Terry block nigga, we was on the block heavy
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You say him em 8-0-8¡¯s bank from out there box heavy
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Upgraded from jumpers with a prestrike
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Moment long days never days with Bozizi nights
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6 things were probly bidden and suck these movies regardless precision
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Listen, weird niggas had to prove it was ill
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Please swag a rap, massive that
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On my southern playalistic Cadillac
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Sells flow down to a pall, niggas rap was whack
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Back before they blamed the south for the downfall
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Pinat dropped, it was written secret vices
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Reg if 3 beats we break then we fight for it nigga
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We lie for the kryptonite to recite this
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Hang on every line, ripped from a rhyme to reply this
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Line up anyone of your fames, see who the nicest
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And I won¡¯t have a problem with the lineup, bribes list
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Moded from the school of K, I listen Rakim
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To great skies were the David Ben and Kazinem
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I swear if you¡¯ll get the best for me
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Concede from a beat, hiphop til the death of me
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See now, just because I¡¯m from New York and I resigned in Los Angeles
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Doesn¡¯t mean I don¡¯t fuck with west coast hiphop
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I¡¯m a real B boy
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I listen to real hiphop
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I fuck with the sound, I fuck with the noise
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I fuck with the east and the west
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As you can see on this track
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We are cautionin this motherfucker
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We got Mississippi up on this bitch
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And you got the apple
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I even got John Radeen
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