[Verse 1: FinaL OutlaW]
It's 2012 in the 212, ain't shit change
In fact it got worse in strange ways
They prey on brain waves of those caged with promises
Delivered by trained recruitment officers
Picture the messenger, masculine
With a misplaced sense of national pride, but adamant
Reminds of these young teens who tripped over pipe dreams
Delivered by all those pyramid schemes
The green color is temptation
What if Kool Herc knew it meant imminent separation?
We had something good but it fell apart
We still have something good but its in the dark
In the hearts of modern struggling artists
Even Nas knows…
The underground knows…
The streets need us to give it another shot and defibrillate Hip Hop
I wasn't there for Wild Styles movie premier
I wasn't born yet, I wasn't taught this
But I was brought up in it...
And i recall shit, that would appall many
Things that happened in those project hallways
Street cats still flap their chapped lips without facts about athletes and label contracts…
Peasants… gotta love em, over pennies you could get clapped by your own cousin
Crabs in a bucket ain't got shit on the streets son
Got demons, good luck defeating even one
Youth with ambition is common don't feel special
Went to college outta state, but came back to the ghetto
Did they teach you how to make money?
If they didn't you a damn dummy
It's 2012 in the 212, ain't shit change
In fact it got worse in strange ways
They prey on brain waves of those caged with promises
Delivered by trained recruitment officers
Picture the messenger, masculine
With a misplaced sense of national pride, but adamant
Reminds of these young teens who tripped over pipe dreams
Delivered by all those pyramid schemes
The green color is temptation
What if Kool Herc knew it meant imminent separation?
We had something good but it fell apart
We still have something good but its in the dark
In the hearts of modern struggling artists
Even Nas knows…
The underground knows…
The streets need us to give it another shot and defibrillate Hip Hop
I wasn't there for Wild Styles movie premier
I wasn't born yet, I wasn't taught this
But I was brought up in it...
And i recall shit, that would appall many
Things that happened in those project hallways
Street cats still flap their chapped lips without facts about athletes and label contracts…
Peasants… gotta love em, over pennies you could get clapped by your own cousin
Crabs in a bucket ain't got shit on the streets son
Got demons, good luck defeating even one
Youth with ambition is common don't feel special
Went to college outta state, but came back to the ghetto
Did they teach you how to make money?
If they didn't you a damn dummy
( FinaL OutlaW )
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