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One-2 - Don't Die lyrics

[Hook: Julius Luciano]
No, no don't die yet, you need to survive
Hip-hop we gone keep you alive
No, no don't die you got a culture to feed
Rap keep your eyes open and breathe

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
As I'm looking through life's windshield
My vision precise, my steering is right, got drive and will
I'm feeling excitement, zeal, enlightment still, my plight is real
I don't like this, I've never been a negative pessimist
I see the gla** half full, I don't care about the rest of it
I married rhyme, it's been on ever since
Got on bending knee to this industry, we been joined at the hip
Hop is not dead it need a heart transplant
And I'm the donor, my heart's intact
We speeding, trying to bring our craft back
Y'all whack cats moving slow, I show you where the off ramp at
It's our turn to go, we got the right of way
We do this sh** right, ain't no righter way
We healing rap, we wanna see it change right away
Y'all might k** it tomorrow but it won't die today

[Hook: Julius Luciano]

[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]
It's like the game shaking and seizing
Check it's pulse make sure it's breathing
We on our way straight there, we speeding
To give it the medicine it needs, feed it rap lines
And keep a heartbeat going so it don't flatline
I think it's that time for the separation of men and mice
It'll take as long as the preparation of minute rice
Y'all f**ing the game and don't know how to hit it right
Y'all too soft and barely go in, get it right
We gone nurse it back to good health but what these n***as write
Play judge and with these sentences we'll give it life
Y'all need to get touched, only we get felt
Acting like G's ya need some help
Y'all play tough for ya CD's to leave the shelf
But even if cops gave you a room to sleep in jail, you wouldn't see a cell
sh** I ever wrote, that's the realest
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It's ironic, but to keep the sh** alive we got to k** it

[Hook: Julius Luciano]

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
Don't die on me, don't die homie
Show me them n***as who did it, I'm finna ride homie
They tried to k** my n***a hip-hop, so I'm finna lick shots
As long as my lyrical 9's on me
See I'mma menace, I know where them n***as kick it at
Down for a 187, I'm finna get the gat
That's a metaphor, that mean I'm finna spit a rap
And k** men, women, and kids who set us back
Oh you ain't down to k** these kids right now?
For what they did to my nig right now
Making dance songs, gay ringtones, trying to switch right now
n***a you acting like a b**h right now
I'mma spit my style, like blaow 'til all of them n***as drop
Gun on my hip for what they did to my n***a hop
Since we the West, they don't wanna believe it
But we resurrecting hip-hop, this the second coming of G-sh**

[Hook: Julius Luciano]

[Verse 4: One-2]
We was like husband and wife, she the love of my life
Meant to be chemistry when I'm hugging the mic
Been tight since we was young, had a magical bond
But lately we've grown apart, that old spark is gone
Cuz she changed, cheated on me with some industry lames
Who pimp her to gain riches, a few minutes of fame
They don't love you like I do, it's really a shame
They take advantage, then turn around and spit on your name
Baby the world's cold, damn what coulda been something special
Why'd you have to go and turn into a ho, why?
f** em with them other cats, they ain't in love with rap
They just abuse my baby to make some money stacks
This industry left you for dead, when you regain your consciousness I'll be next to your bed
Them rappers who did this to you gone get wet spraying
I'm praying, holding your hand by your d**hbed saying

[Hook: Julius Luciano]

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