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Intro:
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Mass hysteria illusion widespread across the world. Riots are reported in
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London and the United Nations is calling for an emergency meeting.
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Verse 1:
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A Yo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack
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Escapin' jail all day to get my money back
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Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back
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Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act
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Oh his chain is phat
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Fuck that snatch that flash the gat
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When all I really wanted to do was rap (1,2 y'all)
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I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
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Cla clack take that catch a heart attack
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I am the illest MC on the streets today
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But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way
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But I say
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I destroy crews like an AK
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Well OK please explain why you talk this way
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Cause you can sell a million records and be wack (word up)
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You can have mad skills and don't sell jack
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It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration
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On the Internet in front of the whole nation
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In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge
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And no love
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That's how it is when you a thug
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If push comes to shove I rise above
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And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love
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Hook
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"Ooh street life there's a thousand parts to play
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Street Life. Until you play your life away ooow"
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Verse 2:
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Me and my peeps on the creep deep like sleep
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Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep
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The more I try to get out the more I realize I can't
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So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant
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The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle
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And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble
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And yeah I heard your story your fuckin' niggas bore me
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On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory
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You ask Joe you sad as John Doe
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You can fool some heads but the real niggas know (word up)
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Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills
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I got one question for you
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How that shit feel?
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You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill
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My grandmother has more skill
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My man A+ put the bug in my ear
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But don't make me open that door and have to go there
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Because...
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Hook
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Verse 3:
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Truethfully I went from havin' nothing to eat
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To eatin' a feast
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I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites
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I went from a twenty four hour day crime wave
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To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid
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And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me
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And if you don't ask somebody on the street
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But Murray never worry the girls love me very
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Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry
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Total captivation domination with conversation
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That'll be talked about by the younger generation
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Remedial MCs will always implement violence
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That's because they ain't got no talent
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So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest
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Never the less fuck who's bein' the best
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More small rappers unite for world peace (word up)
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And take back our streets yo
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Hook
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Life On The Street
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Keith Murray |