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I was in Jimbos last night

On two fifth, the original one on Amsterdam

It had opened for like 24 hours now, and uhm

Me and homeboy we was just talkin'

And he sayin' all the music out right now is garbage, and all this and that

And I was like, you know before he could really go in

I was tellin' him I'm like "yo man"

You just gotta look at the route of where it comes from, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like the average rappers right now

You know it's a whole different generation

You really can't compare no more

Like if your life experience is different

Then that's gon' come out differently

You know what I'm sayin'?

So the average 25, 24, 23 year old rapper

Totally different from Biggie and Pac

So you really can't even compare the two, know what I'm sayin'

So you really ain't got no point of reference, really

You just gotta stick with the now

So it goes

Graduated, what's next?

Everybody's asking

What college you going to? What you have planned?

We advanced, got our advance

Copped a couple amps

Now we enhanced

Got a mans with a van that could drive us to our fans

To enchant

Those that ain't ready start to pant

Fall over those that were ready just could lamp

That's what separates the lions from the lambs

Damn

That ain't a brand that's a band

Crammed

Up in a room tryna jam

That's the raw, that's the god, that's the all, that's the fam

Ratking smack kings splat rats when they scram

Damn

Damn

Damn

Damn

Dead man, one man war, teen years dead bored to a snore

Remove ya strut to the door, stole ya senses, ain't using 'em for

Too fat to kill these hog's

Stained glass windows stainless stalls

Henry's half moon poured to the shores

Remove ya lips from a whore, remove ya hiss when I score

Remove ya I twist and I twirl

Replacing a track, constantly spit while you casually snap

Canta just kind of rap, fly or float when flat, we must all face facts

Saliva warm on wax, should we war get waxed

Do you ill like Jill did Jack, rub you raw like rash

Time that it takes you to crawl and to crash

Beat up beast to the back, stick in his scat

Blacken your hips to ya ass, and your wished it last

Had what ya had

Big and I'm bad

Too too bad, too too bad

Guess what? We not no playa hatin' ass niggas

We ain't gon' knock no other nigga in the game

We just 'bout gettin' ours

I'm not mean, everybody that feel like they're the best

Motherfucker, you should oughta be sayin' you the best

If you out there sayin', "I'm a good rapper," and all that funny ass shit

Get the fuck out the game, nigga, clear the sideline

Its like being being NFL now

If you ain't no sport's money, if you ain't healthy

Stay on the fuckin' sideline

Right now, its all about athletes and athletics

We controllin' this shit, that's how we feel from the heart

What's up mom and dad?