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Middle Weight
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Tha American Spirit
IP:
...here's a 1 & only joint 4 all y'all who might get da wrong idea & think i'm not also a conscious rapper also...
Killa Kat...A'yo Payn speak da words 2 dez katz
Yo, I'm taking time in these Kritacul-hours, fighting the political-power/
Got Units running with me...giving static to these hypocritical-cowards//
Now I'm dealing with the Feds, can't believe these faggots lied-about-me/
And if I'm on the run, I won't hide-in-alleys, I got homies that reside-in-cali//(p.a. baby)
Free government?, they using the bull shit to feed-ya-spirit/
And if I ain’t got freedom of speech, then I speak-with-lyrics//
We barely get a good history lesson, a waist-of-teachers/
Now we got racial-preachers, arguing about Jesus' facial-features//
I’m a true rebel, mafia style, I’ll fucking put Bush’s neck-to-axes/
And they ain’t doing shit to help the poverty, but they collect-our-taxes//
Got kids younger then me exploding-on-cops, reload-it-and-cock/
And ain’t it said I first learned to count by loading-the-glock?//
I’m with the hood agency, got LP sending me on missions, to show his visions/
Voicing my opinion, scriptions, let it be known I walk like enslaved Egyptians//
I'm labeled a menace, ask Ciplez, my fucking methods-is-morbid/
And me and Red busting the pump on anybody stepping-to-Orbit//
"No, no, this ain’t leaving" in the famous words of Marvin Gaye/
Lets see you live how I live, homie I'm use to these starving-days//
Shots rang out, hit my homie, beside`em lazy a bottle of becardie/
What’s sad is.....I left my homie hanging at that party,......damn//
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Choose words carefully when you address me
You ain't gotta like me, but you're gonna respect me
(Or else) or else you get wet like a jigsknee
Take ten of these and live, that'll impress me
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