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Today I'm prepared to bring specific charges
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against certain members working in an industry
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that reaches into every household in the country
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[Pete Nice]
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Hoods is up so skills is up
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It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
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So such bust material cerebral
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I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
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Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
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White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
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Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
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I used to meet your moms between the sheets
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Universe is versus hoods prospectus
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True flam, flammin words on wax discus
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So they dismiss this as vulgarity
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And once laughed and pointed at the university
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Some perk without skills and push a pen
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I send surreal scenes where you never been
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Looked out, gave you three strikes, you struck out
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Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out
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Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your ass
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Gassed you up then slap you with my staff
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I seen your skins like to go to the motels
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but your ass won't know to the hotels
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Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
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A portrait, a self far from ??
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My discussion of impression ain't ignorance
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So don't label the hoods on appearances
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You never thought that a gangsta could talk sense
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But this artifice flipped, your beans is spent
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Took your papes out your pocket and just stood out
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The focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up
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[MC Serch]
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Portrait planned it back in the days
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Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
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Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
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Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
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for a herringbone hear the tune of the Audio Two
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Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
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Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
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Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
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Torn up by the Kent, the Clark Dark
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as the brothers try to spark
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We knocked boots, and the boots got knocked
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Three A.M. and it was off to The Rooftop
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Hip-Hop Starski, the Masters of Ceremony
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Ka-ka-cracked out, was hookin property
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Five A.M. it was the S&S
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A hundred and forty-fifth street, down on Lennox
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Starchild made all the hoes squeal
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For a dollar crackheads Armor-Alled your wheels
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Whippin home in the sunshine, fun time
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but now you can't find
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clubs like this that kept the music in the street
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And pop rap couldn't get a dime to eat
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Yo, they're makin mills, but what about the hood?
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A parking lot, where the Latin Quarter stood!
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A landmark marked in the cranium
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but now I bring it back in front of packed stadiums
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Picture painted with the goals and the good
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The portrait of an artist as a hood
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[S] Yo Pete man, yo where the hoods at Pete?
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[P] Yo the hoods is in Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx
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Money-makin Strong Island
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[S] Yo can't forget Newark New Jersey
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Philly, D.C.
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[P] From Detroit to Mobile Alabama
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Memphis Tennesse Cleveland
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[S] Yo, money-makin Miami, Chicago
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East St. Louis got crazy hoods
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[P] Oakland Compton Watts wearin the hoods
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[S] Yo true indeed, Louisville
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Boostin Houston got CRAZY hoods
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[P] New Orleans, Seattle
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[S] North Carolina cannot forget about Atlanta
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Shockmaster ?? got crazy hoods
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listenin to his program
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[P] And the hoods are holdin their joint
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And they're out
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[S] True indeed.. SEE-YA
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Portrait of the Artist as a Hood
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