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I got a gat
Strapped to my back
It's an insurance policy
Just like Aflac
Forget that
That ain’t me
You can see
Believe you me
I have no need
Forget the gats on the block
Splitting rocks
Shooting cops
With their glocks
Kick their s.
Come on fellas
Today’s rappers
Are nothing but story tellas
Like Interscope and rockafella
They talk and holla
Spit out rhymes for dollas
But people buy it
So they continue their lying
While their own people
Are actually crying and dieing
But they don’t care
Because it’s all about the paper
The FBI will chase ya
They will follow
Shoot you with lead that is hollow
Then make you go bankrupt
So then you’re forced to borrow
You see
Today’s hip hop
Is ship hop
The slaves hop from one ship to the other
While jumping labels
They still got a noose around their necks
Made of telephone cables
A&R execs
Know nothing
But they only expect to receive and to get
Yet they give no respect
To the culture they borrowed and stole
Just so you know
When you become mainstream
You lose your soul
You get the funds but units don’t make you rich
You get rich by becoming the labels
Then you get forced into positions
To carry some weed and some guns
The labels get non-sensible minds to spit and to rhyme
Although their rhymes
Are devilishly inclined
To make you think that you’re tough
And so the people get rough
But some people have had enough
The undaground is taking over
Taking the chins and whips
From the slave owner ships
Many minds are now opening up to be free
Because hip hop became ship hop before this 21st century
But 2011 will be the end of mental slavery
For now undaground lyricists speak with such bravery
There’s no need for spitting gimmicks
Us true lyricists are here to move your spirit
So if you want to take then first you gotta give it
Lower east side bred
Torn up in my mind
While this little boy became dead
He was raised up dead to then become alive
Thus true Hip Hop
Should make the people want to strive
Not to bounce to some beat
Cause then your own self you defeat
You must trod with your own feet
Become your own selected elite
No longer sit quiet or discreet
But move to the drum of your own beat
Beating the slave masters
Until we reach a moment of civil war disaster
Break down the iron caster
So we could move up faster
My rhymes and my thoughts
Could be spit upon and ignored
But the truth remains truth
Even if it makes you bored
So take some of my wine
That can tranquil your mind
Help you to self define
‘Til you find the proper line
So get thee behind me Satan
For I know many of you are hatin
But all I’m doing is consecratin
While others are debating and segregatin
But in the end WE will win
It’s been written in code
We’ll overcome the cultural sin
And our spirits won’t erode!
SkTzO
