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And if the old guards still offend
They got nothing left on which you depend
So enlist every ounce of your bright blood
And off with their heads

Jump from the hook
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life
And they got no right
As sure as you have eyes
They got no right

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"The truth knocks on the door and you say, “Go away, I’m looking for the truth,” and so it goes away. Puzzling."

-Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

except the part about Joe Pesci. He does seem a man that can get things done

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I miss him so much... I completely disagree with this!
But I will defend his right to say it!

Propers to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man's jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic sponsor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops
It's all city like phase two
Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
But black, it can't save y

All over your map
I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock
The fair-weather friends flock
When your chart position drop
Then the phone calls,
Chill for a minute
Let's see who else tops
Snatch your shelf spot
Don't gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock)

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Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting food on your plate
Many crews can relate
Who choosing your fate (yo)
We went from picking cotton
To chain gang line chopping
To Be-Bopping
To Hip-Hopping
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,u

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Violently, silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's English
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base-line (switch)

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There's the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in the native tongue
I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies

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Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add-minister
Subtract the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that
(Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,
You know the motto
Stay fluid even in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow

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this long but again... Hey JB you gonna tell this cat what to do... I'm betting no

You say one for the treble, two for the time
Come on y'all let's rock this!
You say one for the treble, two for the time
Come on!

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall,
My restlessness is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for days

like to see jb mandate these folks ✌️ to those that will never see this

Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop, got the damn top dropped
Two colored flip flopped, candy red lollipop
There's hoes in the parking lot but i still got my Glock cocked
New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot
Don't you see the big chain, don't you see the big rims
Wonder who they hatin' on lately? Baby it's him

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