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Correct The Spirit Of Hip Hop Lyrics
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Correct The Spirit Of Hip Hop
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Everywhere I Look All I See is Dirt Grime & Crime Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside I Had to Rhyme I didn't choose this Line of Work I Didn't pick it cuz it's Cool I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop To Use me as a Tool I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to use me as a Tool I feel baptized in It One day Ima build a School So I Can Teach Everything that I Learnt Go Beyond the Rules Erect a Monument an Obelisk and Pillars on these Fools Build a Village dropping Jewels In the Booth as I take the Cue Y'all showed me Love On every single song I've ever Made for you I won't Live Long Ain't no Flippin or turning the Sands of Time But I will be Remembered As people Rewind my Rhymes The Ladder I had to Climb The Obstacles in my Path Were No Match For my Passion and Hunger, inside my Wrath Wanted Out So at the Very Least Before my Bodies found Deceased Make sure that they Hear the Name Of 1333 the Beast Everywhere I Look All I See is Dirt Grime & Crime Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside I Had to Rhyme I didn't choose this Line of Work I Didn't pick it cuz it's Cool I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop To Use me as a Tool I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to Use me as a Tool My Knowledge Vaster than the Ocean Your Knowledge a Shallow Pool Just Animals at the Zoo Displaying, the Earth's a Cage The Loser and by Default's The First one to Show his Rage The Writing's up on the Page My blood as it Mix with Ink Discovered a Trillion ways For Patterns in Rhymes to Link If Pun was Alive & Breathing No Drake & No Weezy even If Biggie was Here & Poppin No Nicki Minaj's Rocking If Pac was Alive & Walking there wouldn't be Wacka Flocka What happened to Fat Joe? His rhyming Used to be Proper I Would never sell Myself Out To Corporations or Labels I Don't want to be Rich I just want to put Food on the Table I Don't want a Mansion I don't want a Giant Lavish Crib What I want is to be Able To pay the Rent for my Kids What I Want is not to Have to Worry Learnt to Eat the Stress Cuz it Kept me on my Toes And it Forced me to be the Best Everywhere I Look All I See is Dirt Grime & Crime Had some Feelings that was bottled Inside I Had to Rhyme I didn't choose this Line of Work I Didn't pick it cuz it's Cool I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop To Use me as a Tool I summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop to use me as a Tool I Don't Rap about Honies or Being a Drug Mule Because I know that there's Impressionable Youth That Listen to Me So I Train em to the Best of my Knowledge And Teach em Fully Every song I Make should turn into a Class You feel your Sitting at The ones already Know me Know Exactly what I'm getting at When teaming up with Nevahmind I Boost to Ultra Hyper Slang My Brain is in the Middle Controlling the Body like I'm Krang Masters tend to Practice With Practice y'all Turn to Masters When it's Freezing we gon See Who gon Git Up & Skin the Cat First I've never had a Wack Verse And Since Opinions Relative My ongoing Mission is Kicking this shit Superlative I Burst Open Hydrogen Bombs And Battle Bare Knuckle You'd have to chop Both of my Arms To Fight a Fair Scuffle People Listen to Me Cuz they know the Spit is Real I Summoned the Spirit of Hip Hop it Blessed me with these skills
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