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hip hop, you the love of my life.

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The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken/ It's all contractual and about money makin/ Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation/ Exact replication and false representation

Rap snitches, tellin all they business / sit in the court n be they own star witness.

H-R-M Ogontz Ave. Brickyard to hollow / Niggas was snatchin gazzeles and flippin pockets for tha dallo

Corrupt like a president
Never benevolent
But poetically prevalent

Monopoly is my intent
the means is what i invent

If you can talk you can sing. If you can walk you can dance.

We the reflection of our ancestors /
We'd like to thank you for the building blocks you left us.


I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat

C-Town that's my main man, we never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane land

On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war/
Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor

Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance
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