MC's I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis, so why ya bills got Washingtons face?
big l - on the mic
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Shut your mouth before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed, turn your tux red, far from broke got enough bread, and mad hoes ask beavis I get nothin but head. my game is, vicious and cruel, fuckin chicks s a rule, if my girl think i'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
big l - 98' freestyle
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I'm deep down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crashin of Dow Jones stock
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
gza - gold
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Them schools failed me, thank god the farm taught me the value of a calloused hand, how to work and plow this land, how even a modest crop will make you pop the proudest man
Common market - tobacco road
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then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
nas - one love
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true in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins, I pour my heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
nas - memory lane
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I switched my motto. instead of sayin fuck tomorrow, that buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lotto
nas - lifes a bitch
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I ask god what my future holds. Will i be quarterbackin a package in a fuckin crack superbowl?
cormega - every hood
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Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggas
mos def - mathematics
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they askin me how old, we livin the same age I feel the rage of a million niggas locked inside a cage. At exactly which point do you begin to realize that life without knowledge is death in disguise?
Talib Kweli in K.O.S. (determination) by blackstar
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yes im bored tonight
