Watts Prophets excerpt: "f** you and you too"
[Chorus]
I said f** y'all don't know sh** me
f** y'all, fck y'all
Pen to the paper burn tracks like these n***as burn trees
f** all y'all fck all y'all
Y'all f** n***as don't know sh** about me
Spit on my name, throw dirt, still coming out clean
f** y'all f** y'all
f** y'all, y'all don't know sh** about me
Young Dena kid, all I got is a diploma and dream
That's Debt and a scheme
Y'all f** n***as don't know sh** about me
From the land of lost souls, lost kids, lost roads, lost dreams
What path will i lead?
[ J.Hurt Verse 1 ]
My cup runneth , flow over flow
If I ghost wrote , I would be the Holy Ghost
f** the false prophets and they mosh pits, Posh whips
Making false profit like they pure but they toxic
Toxins, boxed in, ima stand out
Started from the bottom, how the f** we getting handouts?
One side was slaves, and the other side was conquered
Hence Hurtado , I'm a product of this monster
f** your blog, f** your post, f** your sponsors
f** your Instagram, f** your twitter, f** your concert
This a concerted effort I'm sever y'all
Break the chains, call me what I want, but I'm never y'all
I'm the truth
So gon head, grab a Glock, load shoot
What I drop from the booth
Out last any life span
So throw your shots , throw your spite man
You can't k** like my mic can
[Chorus]
[J.Hurt Verse 2]
This the new epidemic this the new crack
What I make? I'm a chemist , I'm a new jack
So Throw salt on the room, cuz crew wack
Sleep on us, You sleep on the 211s like its 2 jacks
Better crack the code b**h
Flow like ice in your colon that's some cold sh**
Could've been a dealer on the corner doing cold sh**
Went a different route became a lonar back in 06'
You don't know sh** about me
f** the system lockin up every kid around me
Obscenity, The Clarity, we in the round 3
That's Regression my n***a, see all this sin around me
Slave to the corporates
Make a poor kid wanna forfeit
Sell his soul for the quick fortunes
And Get locked in a fortress
I'm speaking for the people that society aborted
These forces
[Chorus]
[J.Hurt verse 3]
b**h you don't know sh** about sh** talking sh**
Fall back
This the real
That's a fact
All these people talking talk
Behind my back
Know sh** about jack
210 and beyond, like 2 jacks
2 11th cards played
Steal the game like hacks
Get the monkey up off my back
This is more than just rap
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