Yo what happened to hip hop
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When people used to write for days
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Now everybody wanna be Lil Wayne
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Wanna freestyle a track
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Don't even think about the lyrics they rap
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And always talking about busting a cap
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What happened to role models
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Keeping kids away from the cell
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But half of these rappers on radio always going to jail
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But we try to teach these kids to be positive
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And turn around and be the opposite
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And when someone acknowledge it, oh now he wanna start beef
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And claim he was raised in the streets
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See I was in the streets, literally I was in the streets
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Asking God to give me a place to sleep
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But I ain't sell weed
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I sat back and believed that I was gonna be one of the coldest brotha's on the beat
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But shit is getting weak
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The game ain't what it used to be
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You used to have to have talent, musically
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No matter what you look like people used to be contenders
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But we made it O.K. for pretenders to be remembered
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We have considered to just listen to the beat
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And not listen to the lyrics that they speak
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So now we like to party, so of course we need party music
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But real music, no one hardly do it
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I miss good music, even realistic hood music
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When niggas talked about real life
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And now people try way to hard to be the hardest
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Too many rappers, not enough artists
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Too much money, is making niggas fearless
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Beats is getting better, but I don't hear lyrics
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I shrug my shoulders like, "I don't even wanna hear it"
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Fuck a major label, I'm a stick to independent
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Cause I ain't in it for the fame, I'm in it for the love
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Some in it for the girls, some in it for the drugs
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Some in it for the sex, But I'm a stay focused
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And I refuse to sell my soul to get noticed
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People get signed, and you would never know it
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Knock them to they lowest, and they won't even show it
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Or you could get a deal, and get a lot of fame
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And all of that fame, could make your life change
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First single was good, second single was whack
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Now the rest of your career you spend paying it back
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Because nobody cares nothing about you
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They only believe that they can get some money out you
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But if you ain't generation how they generation
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Then it leaves a nigga stimulated
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Cause you know your own talents, but you won't hold
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And contracts make you controlled
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And you can be cold
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But if you decide to get bowed
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You could get sued for everything you own
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So listen
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Yo
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See this is how the truth sounds
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I let it out, so I'm cool now
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And these tattoos express what I'm into
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The life that I live and the shit that I've been through
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People say I'm crazy you know that's a sin dude
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But it's also a sin to judge my temple
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So I'm a do me, and you can do you
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And I'm a let God judge the things I do do
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Yeah
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Hip hop
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It's from the heart man
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You know what I'm sayin'
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Real hip hop real lyrics real music
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It's something we lacking these days
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Something we need to get back
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We giving passes to these people man
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Shouts out to the artists
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The real artists
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Rappers take notice
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Everybody doin' it
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Tha Truth
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| Dizzy Wright |
