I go to war with my vocal chords
Yeah you know I dont need no swords
Ill tear you apart with my linguistic technique
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kids these days dont know what real hip hop is
they think its bitches and weed dont listen to wiz
Hip hops a way of portraying the truth
You need to hear it even if it hurts like a wisdom tooth
Thats all that should be on your mind when you enter the booth
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My lyrics could start a world war
Tales of me will go down in folklore
I don't give a fuck what you think mate
I'm not fake I dont impersonate
Take me as i am or watch me as a go
Either way Ill go ham with my flow
I dont wake up just to impress you
I dont give a fuck about prada shoes
I'd rather spend all my time on this beat
No matter what I wont retreat
You can find me freestyling in the street
My home, my beds made of concrete
Fuck money I'd rather keep my soul
I wouldn't give a fuck if I was living on the dole
As long I'm free then everythings good
Selling your freedom for money you never should
I won't let anyone control my rhymes
Even if they offered me a billion dimes
People on this earth care too much about money
We need to spread the love like the easter bunny
We need to focus on peace love and unity
Where everyone on thes earth has equal opportunity
The government doesn't give a fuck about our people
They're more interested in making everything illegal
If they did care then surely they'd make weed legal
So we can spread our wings and fly like eagles
I mean we still don't really know who blew up the twin towers
Was it really al queda or the men in power
Behind their armies the bastards cower
We need to rise up and bloom like flowers
Our troops are out there fighting for oil
They shouldnt be treading on other country's soil
Have you seen how rich these politicians are?
Look at their drives and you'll find twenty cars
These are the reasons in which I spit these bars
And my only weapons my mic and guitar