Intro:
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I see alot motha fuckas talk about gettin money Ha!
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all my life I've seen niggas talk rich and cry broke
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I know some of you niggas is starving
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you know the industry fucked up right now
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record sales in the toilet
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executives scared to lose thier jobs
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Verse1:
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You can never hide the truth from Immortal technique
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niggas is happy to sell a hundred thousand in the first week
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and retailers is right there watching you
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moving extortion Co-op a dollary unit
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the record industry wants a messiah to come again
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so they rape for his masters and his publishing
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how the fuck niggas sell a half a million cd's
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but cant sell out S.O.B.'s
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While they pay out to play
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and i never thought i see the day (never)
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when sound scanners are stronger than a disc record
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and rappers dont get creative
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and just send a mix message
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so fuck an emcee batlle
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the golden era is gone
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I treat you niggas like fifty
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I won't even respond
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put your moms in the rape room and she can bitch like im Saddam
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Rush a show and stomp you out during one of your songs
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and im not a hypocrit because im aggressive and violent
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I would be a hypocrit if I was peaceful and silent
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and I let em get away with the shit that they say
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but i treat em like clear channel makin em pay for talking wreckless
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Fuck the charm on your necklace
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because who you down with dont mean shit
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when you surrounded and who you goin to get
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when you four pounded
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you not a boss pussy
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you not even a die low
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you live in a fucking fantasy smoking hydro
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I meal real niggas, divide dough
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so lie low and talk to me about disrespected
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because even fat beats rejected my record
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and now majors wanna sign me again
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call the niggas i use to know
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try to find me again
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I guess Eighty thousand sold will do that you fucking new jack
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and i dont need to wear jewelry to prove that
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cuz three apartments a house and fifty acres will do that
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Bridge:
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Hardcore, underground, hustlin the streets
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if you ain't ready to hustle, nigga you don't eat
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and if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldnt speak
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because motha fuckas die for this shit every week
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Hardcore, underground, hustlin the streets
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if you ain't ready to hustle, nigga you don't eat
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and if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldnt speak
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because motha fuckas die for this shit every week
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Verse 2:
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I never be as famous as other rappers in the game is
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because i represent what up against the grain is
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never trust no body minor or major
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cuz a persons real religion is their behavior
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I can stare into your soul when i look in your eyes
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4th branch of the government still telling lies
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Fox news and then New York post is a joke
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nucleus of the yellow journalism yolk
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and send someone after me if u dont like me
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you'll be the next nigga to take a bullet for whitey
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like the latinos and blacks in Iraq who come strapped in a wheel chair
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when they come back
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mothafuck that im peruvian coke
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I can tell if your shits fake
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im the raw version of the crack on ur mixtape
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so dont hate on this advice that I sent from the grave
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just remeber if you sign up to be slaves
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Street Hustle
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Immortal Technique |