Keep Ya Head
23 August, 2005
Author: Lotus
Its all talk its all play
this so called rap of the modern day,
yould think if someone grew up in Compton or Queens
they'd remember what street pride really means,
but naw, the money blinds um from the truth,
kills their values destroys there roots,
and why cause the radio stations play that sh*t
then instantly suburban whites turn it in to a hit
now i aint sayin nothin racist at all
me myself am a honkie weigh-in 130 an tall
but we need to make some changes get the underground rappers heard,
so all you who actually give a sh*t get out and spread the word
cause im tired of the same old 50
tired of Dre's bum ass beats
so if you want some true credentials
rep the f**kin streets
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| scurrd (71.104.244.51) -- Thursday, August 25 2005, 04:38 am aye Whie Crow, like tha new name, like this rhyme to man, pretty tru, u right man, f*k tha pop hip hop, live for tha underground, laterz man |
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