.............hip... hop..
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Lyrics
It Started Out, As The Medium For Gettin Hype..
Now Its Dyin Out, Cuz Of What The Medias Depictin Right?.
Might Be Wrong, When Your Spittin Like Your Songs For Kids Bops..
And This Is Sposed To Hip Hop.. Well Its Not..
And Its Gotta Stop..
At Least, Until This Kids Gotta Lot..
Then Peace.. I Gotta Spot In The Caribbean..
They Way I Be Fiddlin It Got Me Like The Prime Meridian..
So Heres To Copyrights.. Not The Cocky Type..
Im Just Grounded With The Master Blend, Coffe Lines..
So By Hell, Ive Gotta Propel, So Fuck Pop..
I Look Like Cappucino In The Mug Shot..
Thats Why The Calf phenin, For A Holy Cow..
Always The Snitches With The Holy Moley Style..
Now Watch The Shit Switch Into Rolie Polie Style..
No Longer Talkin Your Tongues, He Holy Ghostin Out..
I Hope It Sounds Like Your Best Friend..
When You Losin Faith for Your Favorite Selection..
Take It As Suggestion..
If They Dont Inspire Your Direction..
Retire Your Collection..
Cuz Thats What The Sound Is About..
Im On Stage, So When The Soul Gets Found In The Crowds..
Im On Wage.. Even When Im Down And In The Outs..
Ive Searched In Out The In Crowd..
And There Aint A Soul To Hold A Match To My Pen Style..
Your A Cellulite Weight, Thrown Away In The Sim Pile..
Whether The Weathers Hot Or Cold, I Gotta Vent Style..
To Keep It Better And Better For Ya Mental..
