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back to the streets with the young magazine...
Yo,take it back to the streets, with them hardcore beats, No 5 star suites, them cheap bon bon sweets, the tradition of hip-hop, is the battle, what has been put together can be dismantled, an animal of rap, a mind of poet, who should know it? anyone who stays locked down and throws it, around with crisp sound, of them speakers, im a speaker,a teacher who is played through your speakers, i try to reach ya, grab ya heart and squeeeeeeze, to make you bleeed and share the same pain as meee, AK as real as the shell case, braverys favourite, will give ya a taste, the fuzz are buzzing, looking for the suspiciously dressed, so we can get lairy, and well be ones who they arrest, leave us opressed,physically, behind bars, but we aint the ones stealing cars, i got no need, my boy is my chauffer, drives me from a to b, no questions asked, From Cali to new york, new york to london, london to any city who over runs them, and buy them,i mean the 5-0, in there automobiles,they ride slow, E.m.p building his empire, Ak in london spitting fire, Blackout live like a mac,no doubt, anyone repping your streets, give a shout.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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