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@Roza

When I think about comparisonsI think about how we compare our sins, but it's really just a pair of sinsLike when our parents sin, and we spare our senseAnd we share our sins like when a parrot sinsI'm staring since the fact, is that it's sad but true thatThis is what we do as Americans in rap, but (It's a trap)And in the same way, another game's playedAnd it happens all the time like holiday paradesIt's the idea that, when we measure successIt's a war with ourselves on whether we're blessedSo we're fighting our shadow, internal battles, trying to decide on how well we rapBut our dreams won't last if we can't get past the past 'cause (It's a trap)Now I think of how i've failed in every one of these testsJust like when I used to front, because I wanted respectAnd so I tried so hard to fake like I belonged in a clubBut in the end I fell. I guess I wasn't a thugI also used to try to look at other people who sinnedAnd like a Pharisee I scoffed, 'cause I thought, that I was better than themI never tried to understand what was behind their decisionsAnd I didn't recognize that, the log that I had, was blinding my visionI just assumed that, I was immune to that, because I knew that, I wouldn't do THATBut by doing that, I just proved that, I COULD lose track, and then do it backOr even worse stuff, like prideful arrogant, hurtful stuffLike saying I was better 'cause of church and it sucksCause a lot of what i've learned is the knowledge that the world is in need of loveIt's common having greed and stuff, and it's something that I'm guilty ofBut what I'm really wanting's to move past my trash to do lasting acts that'll fill me up'Cause there's nothing more satisfying than coming inAs I'm crying and humbly recognizing that someone like me can changeSo I'm a make it plain and i'll show em my faith in gaining a whole other way to play the Comparison gameIt's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from HimNo need to fill the gap (It's a trap)It's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from HimNo need to fill the gap (It's a trap)I love to dip in my whip, it's a Volvo, 2009Couldn't get a new one, but it's blue and it's like new so really I'm doing fineCause what I used to drive was also a blue Volvo but a '96, and if youTried to tried to tune into the radio station you would just get sick of all theRattling, shaking and creaking, I went berserkHad to put a boombox in the backseat with the bluetooth cause the radio didn't workBut I was still grateful to drive it, in a season of strugglin' and strivin'Cause it meant I could live my life and always have me a rideWithout relying on mass transit ridin'But going back I remember the time when, that bus was freedom, as a kidOnly way I got around were the wheels on my bike, and finally I didn't need 'emBut way back, I remember what I felt like, I wanted that first bikeSO BAD, that I was ignoring all the other blessings that I hadIt was a pattern that was bad for my health, cause I couldOnly see others... compared to myselfAnd every comparison was an awareness in the sin of regretful jealousyBut then friends would see me and see only good, they failed to seeThe rest, the struggles and drama within my familyAll they saw were all the issues I conquered or dealt with handilyAnd umm... it's kinda silly, if they'd been deliberate, they wouldaSeen that my mistakes are not better or worse, they're just kinda differentSo if you live for Christ and you wanna get farTake it from my man, Admiral AckbarEverybody wants that fame (Fame), but what if it comes with pain?No one can possibly win comparison gamesIt's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)It's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)I never did like making comparisons, I tried to act like I never really cared againBut every time that I would get compared to themI had to change my shoes, clothes, and hair againAnd I was scared again, 'cause what are they gonna sayWhen they see the same jeans that I wear againOr the soles on my shoes that are wearing thinPlus a coat that my brother had to share againAnd it's like that, I can't fight that, 'cause it might last into night classIn the end, all I really want is my pass, to get approval from the people in the hype classWhen I look back now, then I might laugh, 'cause I write raps and you might clapBut as a kid without identity comparisons to frenemies is real, but it's a trapSo our kids are in a pickle trynna match thisChasin' peer approval like they're it, playin' monkey in the middleAnd I know it sounds fickle, but the trap isIf you got a penny then you mad at the one who's got a nickelSo it's gonna take a little bit of practiceChasin' after God who created you with purpose and a missionAnd it seems like a riddle, but the fact isHe proclaims that you're very good, all you gotta do is listenSo now I know that life isn't just a competitionWhen I see what you got, I don't think of what I'm missin'If I write my story based on yours then that is truly fiction'Cause it's already been written by the one who's truly risenNow I share that, and I care that I can give His love by makin others aware of thatOn the day He made us our Father declared thatThe bread of life made us all beyond compare - factsSo if we forget that we were made in His imageAnd hold up what someone else got, that is a shame'Cause we'll go 0-and-forever when we try to play them gamesIt's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)It's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)

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WATCHIN YOU (feat. The Gift) - J Tilt

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@Maggie

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Watchin' (feat. Amanda Wilson) - Freemasons

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@Giulia

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'Cause I've been watching it all'Cause I've been watching it all'Cause I've been watching it all'Cause I've been watching it all'Cause I've been watching it allYou've been cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me liesYou've been kissing every girl in sightYou've been cheating and telling me liesYou've been messing around, it's over nowYou've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me liesYou've been kissing every girl in sightYou've been cheating and telling me liesYou've been messing around, it's over nowYou've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me liesCheating while I'm sleeping and telling me liesCheating while I'm sleeping and telling me liesYou've been messing around, it's over nowTelling meTelling meTelling me liesTelling meTelling meTelling me lies'Cause I've been watching it allTelling meTelling meTelling me liesTelling meTelling meTelling me lies'Cause I've been watching it allTelling meTelling meTelling me liesTelling meTelling meTelling me liesYou've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me liesYou've been kissing every girl in sightYou've been cheating and telling me liesYou've been messing around, it's over nowYou've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me liesYou've been kissing every girl in sightYou've been cheating and telling me liesYou've been messing around, it's over nowYou've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me liesCheating while I'm sleeping and telling me liesCheating while I'm sleeping and telling me liesCheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies ('cause I've been watching it all)Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me liesCheating while I'm sleeping and telling me liesCheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies'Cause I've been watching it all

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@Nadezhda

Through the good, bad, ups, and downsKnock me downFast money i'm addicted to the fast lifeThat's why I grind hard like X gamers on half pipesSince I lost Lil E sh*t aint been rightBeen restless tossing and turning in my sleep at nightLife's a nasty bitch f*ck whoever she canThat's why I stay protected call me Trojan ManI'm still the same man never acting brand newJust grew the f*ck upMaybe you should tooMoney can change a nigg*Distant close friendsBut the real ride it out from beginning to the endBorn alone you die alone and never see it comingHope over the obstaclesKeep running the race you runningI feel the fame comingSuccess is nearNo matter how far I go don't forget my peersWillie Bank$$$ we hereHaterproof then made itIt's a family thangSo f*ck all who hateIt's TazThrough the good, bad,ups, and downsnigg*s hating wanna still my crownStill Standing can't knock me downNever worry cause I know that we gone beAlrightYeaSay we gone be alrightYea yeaOoooooSometimes life get hardYou can't even find your waySomedaysBill collector calling meAin't sh*t changed since yesterdayYou can't get what i ain't gotNoJust keep working hardIf they gone hateLet them hate your grindNever switch upNever gave inNever gave upJust wait and prayEach and everydayYou moves on it's wayAt the top your stayThrough the good, bad,ups, and downsnigg*s hating wanna still my crownStill Standing can't knock me downNever worry cause I know that we gone beAlrightYeaSay we gone be alrightYea yeaOoooooThe walls closing in on meI'm feeling claustrophobicThe closer to my dreams I get the more i get nervousHaters want my mom planning funeral servicesThey judge me everyday but I give the final verdictI'm the prince of this sh*t not fazed by servantsI'm solid as a rockWhile they slither like a serpantLost my motivation as a clown in the C.I.R.K.U.SGot it back with HaterproofNow i'm moving with a purposeHard to stay afloat when being pulled ny anchorsGrinding til i see money like a wall street bankerThrough the trials and tribulations i still push onSee death before i let somebody take my thronePromise mom a house she gone get thatMortgage paid off so forget thatNo more struggling best believe thatTo my kids daddy got yall I mean thatThrough the good, bad,ups, and downsnigg*s hating wanna still my crownStill Standing can't knock me downNever worry cause I know that we gone beAlrightYeaSay we gone be alrightYea yeaOooooo

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@Sadeen

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Ãhn, ãhn, ãhnI true with my puss*, babySabe sentar forte soa papaSurra front boa só da mamaTipo Queen Latifah, bomba de HiroshimaSó as equipadas, raba ak kaTô nem ai pros seus rolo (Uh!)Pode somar com a minhas primasEu não te amo e o trocoÉ sexo e adrenalinaChama que eu vou tranquilaEu e o bonde das sinistraPõe na conta que as bandida'Paga a conta e se habilita'Na rua puxa fundamentoNão pode ter emoção (Não)Um porco inteiro pra hojeSustento a vida que eu levoSustento o que sai da minha boca (Prrr)'Cê baba na disposiçãoAtividade, saca? BusinessSaber dar fuga, 171Desci da garupa, 'tá mac!Sette sette, mete mete (Yeah!)Desce a raba caniveteMac Mac & Sette Sette (Money)Sette & Mac, money make (Money, money, hey)Desce a raba caniveteMac Mac & Sette Sette (Money)Sette & Mac, money make (Uhh)Mac & Sette, money make!'Tô seguindo o caminho focada eu quero mais (Eu quero mais)Mais que ouro e prata, mais que amor e sexo manoEu quero paz (Eu quero paz)Eu tô tranquila, tô tipo mec'Feat com a Mac, só biga rimaSó big raba, the little mamaSou very hot (Hey)Mamacita caliente de láMuita treta não tenta acompanharNós 'tâmo nisso a muito tempo (Hum)Já fazia parte ahazarNós não é do hype, nós é do businessFoda-se o close, eu quero dinheiroApostando alto, jogando limpoTrabalhando muito tipo o dia inteiroNão é no chuveiro que eu faço meu correCantar é meu trampo, não, não é um hobbieTipo Robin Hood versão feminina(Tirar tudo dos mano e dar pras mina)Hey, não esperava que eu fosse assim (Assim)Selvagem como o vento (Não)Seu mal é sempre desacreditar de mimPor isso te surpreendo (Yeah)E a carinha de bebê não te deixa verQuanto corre tem aqui (É muito corre tem aqui)A história é longa eu 'tô sem tempo pro 'cêE um dia 'cê volta aí (Não volta, não)E não me julgue pra não ser julgadoSem tempo irmão pra esses papo erradoNem sempre quero 'tá de algum ladoTudo é questão de ponto de vista

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Pocket Watchin' (feat. EHM.) - Jordan Official

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@Barbare

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Sunday Squad (feat. Eric Island) - G-Natural

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@Gayane

Ay, what up y'all... this one's for all the homies I used to go to church withAnd shared the highs and lows in life, nah mean? Y'all know who you areYou need a Sunday Squad you can go to church withTo share all your joys and hurts with, so that you canDo life (So that you can do life) and everything isAlright (Everything is alright)You need a Sunday Squad spend half the day withA squad you can trust to pray with, for when you don'tFeel right (When you don't feel right) so everything isAlright (Everything is alright)You need a dude like Clarence, a brotha thatConnects with the homies, but also your parentsI mean a solid dude who makes the bombest foodAnd won't hesitate to show you he's committed and caring (Alright)And speaking of which, you need Karen (Yeah) she's quiet butIn reality, the queen of hospitality (Yeah)Also makes food to make your palate screamBut avoids the attention to keep a valid teamSpeaking of which, whatever team he onYou need a dude to speak his mind like my man Kyon (Come on)He won't hold back what he's thinking (Right?)But if a bully needs a word, he'll give it without blinkingAnd there's Dave, he can teach you a lesson, aboutBeing a consistent, non-anxious presence, andIn the same vein, if you hang with Vanessa forLong enough, her baked goods are gonna bless ya (You know that's right)You need Jacob, the thoughtful and deeper one (Uh huh)You need Melvin, who always is lots of fun (Alright)You need Ariel, always comin' up with plans (Let's go)You need Eric who can fix anything with his hands (Let's do it)A squad like this, makes for good fellowship (Uh huh)Because without it the church would be hella sick (Hella sick)So if your church don't seem legitYou might need to change up who you're doing it wit'You need a Sunday Squad you can go to church withTo share all your joys and hurts with, so that you canDo life (So that you can do life) and everything isAlright (Everything is alright)You need a Sunday Squad spend half the day withA squad you can trust to pray with, for when you don'tFeel right (When you don't feel right) so everything isAlright (Everything is alright)Dear Father forgive me 'cause I'm down here strugglin'Got my back against the wall and my thoughts keep jugglin'I'm trynna balance the game inside my brain with trainingAt times I tap into Your source, I feel my soul's vibrationThese trials and tribulations that I'm facin' while I'm livin'Got me trynna live righteous, but they slang criticismSame folks in the church you find in the streets doin' dirtDismiss they discretions and have the nerve to judge my worthBut ain't it nice to know you got a friend in JesusWhen the burden gets heavy and the prayers don't reach usCan't nobody do it better than Jehovah aboveAnd every time I mess it up He keep on showin' me loveI need a Sunday squad for when them times get hardGotta put on the whole armor of God and call a legion to warIf Satan's on my back and I'm under attack (Then what?)My squad won't second guess, my Sunday squad'll react (That's wassup)For this verse I ain't saying no names, but certainPeople, yo, without 'em then life ain't the sameSometimes these folks are yelling and madBut I appreciate the good in 'em as well as the badI'm talking bout the church gossip (Uh huh), they might notKnow their behavior is toxic (Well) but maybe they workFor the government (Okay) instead of judging itThey'll resource the need after they uncover itAnd that one dude, who struggles with addictionKnows that bootstrappin' is a capitalist fiction (That's right)So if he gets clean (Uh huh) and knows the who's whoHe'll help others who struggle just like he used to (Yeah)And that's just a fraction of the pack ofJills and Jacks and whites and blacks you gottaAttract to build a faction of compassion inAction, so you can get some traction'Cause back then, we was them, they was us, so don'tDiscount the squad in the back of the bus, you got aChoice now (Choice now), it'll determine whether youWalk fast alone, or far togetherYou need a Sunday Squad you can go to church withTo share all your joys and hurts with, so that you canDo life (So that you can do life) and everything isAlright (Everything is alright)You need a Sunday Squad spend half the day withA squad you can trust to pray with, for when you don'tFeel right (When you don't feel right) so everything isAlright (Everything is alright)You need a Sunday Squad you can go to church withTo share all your joys and hurts with, so that you canDo life (So that you can do life) and everything isAlright (Everything is alright)You need a Sunday Squad spend half the day withA squad you can trust to pray with, for when you don'tFeel right (When you don't feel right) so everything isAlright (Everything is alright)For when you don't feel right (When you don't feel right)So everything is alright (Everything is alright)For when you don't feel right (When you don't feel right)So everything is alright (Everything is alright)

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@Roza

When I think about comparisonsI think about how we compare our sins, but it's really just a pair of sinsLike when our parents sin, and we spare our senseAnd we share our sins like when a parrot sinsI'm staring since the fact, is that it's sad but true thatThis is what we do as Americans in rap, but (It's a trap)And in the same way, another game's playedAnd it happens all the time like holiday paradesIt's the idea that, when we measure successIt's a war with ourselves on whether we're blessedSo we're fighting our shadow, internal battles, trying to decide on how well we rapBut our dreams won't last if we can't get past the past 'cause (It's a trap)Now I think of how i've failed in every one of these testsJust like when I used to front, because I wanted respectAnd so I tried so hard to fake like I belonged in a clubBut in the end I fell. I guess I wasn't a thugI also used to try to look at other people who sinnedAnd like a Pharisee I scoffed, 'cause I thought, that I was better than themI never tried to understand what was behind their decisionsAnd I didn't recognize that, the log that I had, was blinding my visionI just assumed that, I was immune to that, because I knew that, I wouldn't do THATBut by doing that, I just proved that, I COULD lose track, and then do it backOr even worse stuff, like prideful arrogant, hurtful stuffLike saying I was better 'cause of church and it sucksCause a lot of what i've learned is the knowledge that the world is in need of loveIt's common having greed and stuff, and it's something that I'm guilty ofBut what I'm really wanting's to move past my trash to do lasting acts that'll fill me up'Cause there's nothing more satisfying than coming inAs I'm crying and humbly recognizing that someone like me can changeSo I'm a make it plain and i'll show em my faith in gaining a whole other way to play the Comparison gameIt's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from HimNo need to fill the gap (It's a trap)It's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from HimNo need to fill the gap (It's a trap)I love to dip in my whip, it's a Volvo, 2009Couldn't get a new one, but it's blue and it's like new so really I'm doing fineCause what I used to drive was also a blue Volvo but a '96, and if youTried to tried to tune into the radio station you would just get sick of all theRattling, shaking and creaking, I went berserkHad to put a boombox in the backseat with the bluetooth cause the radio didn't workBut I was still grateful to drive it, in a season of strugglin' and strivin'Cause it meant I could live my life and always have me a rideWithout relying on mass transit ridin'But going back I remember the time when, that bus was freedom, as a kidOnly way I got around were the wheels on my bike, and finally I didn't need 'emBut way back, I remember what I felt like, I wanted that first bikeSO BAD, that I was ignoring all the other blessings that I hadIt was a pattern that was bad for my health, cause I couldOnly see others... compared to myselfAnd every comparison was an awareness in the sin of regretful jealousyBut then friends would see me and see only good, they failed to seeThe rest, the struggles and drama within my familyAll they saw were all the issues I conquered or dealt with handilyAnd umm... it's kinda silly, if they'd been deliberate, they wouldaSeen that my mistakes are not better or worse, they're just kinda differentSo if you live for Christ and you wanna get farTake it from my man, Admiral AckbarEverybody wants that fame (Fame), but what if it comes with pain?No one can possibly win comparison gamesIt's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)It's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)I never did like making comparisons, I tried to act like I never really cared againBut every time that I would get compared to themI had to change my shoes, clothes, and hair againAnd I was scared again, 'cause what are they gonna sayWhen they see the same jeans that I wear againOr the soles on my shoes that are wearing thinPlus a coat that my brother had to share againAnd it's like that, I can't fight that, 'cause it might last into night classIn the end, all I really want is my pass, to get approval from the people in the hype classWhen I look back now, then I might laugh, 'cause I write raps and you might clapBut as a kid without identity comparisons to frenemies is real, but it's a trapSo our kids are in a pickle trynna match thisChasin' peer approval like they're it, playin' monkey in the middleAnd I know it sounds fickle, but the trap isIf you got a penny then you mad at the one who's got a nickelSo it's gonna take a little bit of practiceChasin' after God who created you with purpose and a missionAnd it seems like a riddle, but the fact isHe proclaims that you're very good, all you gotta do is listenSo now I know that life isn't just a competitionWhen I see what you got, I don't think of what I'm missin'If I write my story based on yours then that is truly fiction'Cause it's already been written by the one who's truly risenNow I share that, and I care that I can give His love by makin others aware of thatOn the day He made us our Father declared thatThe bread of life made us all beyond compare - factsSo if we forget that we were made in His imageAnd hold up what someone else got, that is a shame'Cause we'll go 0-and-forever when we try to play them gamesIt's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)It's a trap, to look at him or herAnd think what would occurIf we had this or that (It's a trap)It's a trap, no matter where you've beenAll gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)

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Bring Back the You Know What - G-Natural

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@Edward

Call me G*Natural, when I'm on the mic, it's the place to be, cause everytime IGrab the mic, I gotta keep it 97 plus 3, so lemme get thisOff my chest, a topic important that I gotsta mention, cause everytime IGrab the mic and rock it, it's the thing that grabs your attention, here's some cluesMichael Jackson did this, in the title of a hit song, and not toDo this to a dead horse, but the Whispers said and it just goes onThe Bangles told me they all had it, the Grizzlies made him their 2nd draft pickThe word is a synonym for rhythm in a track, but it's getting away, we gotta bring it backI don't mind the fusion of hip-hop with R&BBut way too many producers are doing this and I think it's a tragedy, you wouldn't make noAutomobile with an audible wheel and then forget the driver's seat, so how you gonnaMake a rap and then create a track with no discernable beat? C'mon now!Is it really that hard? I know how, to make a drum track move with a low growlToss in a few jokes kinda lowbrow, without murdering the beat, Nicole BrownOh wow, maybe that line just caught you by surprise, but that's what it'sLike to be jonesing for a good beat, but the song is like "DENIED"Why you cut the beat out? I thought this was supposed to be a hip-hop jointPlease don't cut the beat out, listening to a banging beat, that's half the pointIf you cut the beat out, I can feel the void from my ears into my brainAnd I won't say another rhyme, until you bring the beat back in againBRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACKBRING THE BEAT BACK HOMIE, BRING THE BEAT BACKBRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACKBRING THE BEAT BACK PLAYA, BRING THE BEAT BACKWhen I was a young man, 40s were a strong drink that'll get you liftedNow that I'm in my 40s, the new rap's got me feelin' antagonisticDon't get me wrong, I know it's artistic, but when you take the beat out, I miss itIt's like, what are you, sad*stic? I hope my mind will change, but I'm not optimisticSo all you hip-hop producers, don't do me like thatAnd if you take out the beat, then put it right backYou've got control keep it going, otherwise the flow you're deploying willNot sound dope, but mostly annoyingIt's like you're in bed and you get a meddlesome knock at the door, or like you'reAt the zoo, the lion says to you, "I'm not gonna roar," because aBrotha like me is always gonna be hip-hop to the core, and so aRap without a beat is cool but it's not hip-hop anymore, so pleaseGo back to the track and just edit... Edit... Edit ...Otherwise you're showing me that you just don't get it... get it... get it... I bet it'sUnintentional, but an accident, to put rap on a track that's lacking itYou call that hip-hop, it's inaccurate, there is a matter of the beat you gotta factor in, and rideIt like a tractor in the back green... Jump on it like trampoline, or biteIn like a nectarine in a fruit salad, get a taste of a new palateCause it's valid that the beat's stacked like a pallet jack, or a horse that'll gallop backTo the man in a famous scene, was I born with it, or is it Maybelline?So if you're able lean to the side, throw ya hands up, and make a sceneCause when I spit fire on the track, I burn the mic, the clip, and the cabling, I'mCold hearted, all my rap dreams have dearly departed, so all that I ask isPlease keep the beat on the track, and all that mumble rap?DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTEDWhy you cut the beat out? I thought this was supposed to be a hip-hop jointPlease don't cut the beat out, listening to a banging beat, that's half the pointIf you cut the beat out, I can feel the void from my ears into my brainAnd I won't say another rhyme, until you bring the beat back in againBRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACKBRING THE BEAT BACK HOMIE, BRING THE BEAT BACKBRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACKBRING THE BEAT BACK PLAYA, BRING THE BEAT BACK

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