Hip Hop is Dead (and I killed it)

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I only convey the phrases he tells me to portray to you

The word is the bread

 Deeply imbedded into my thoughts

So I only speak when I am lead to talk

They rap about how they trap floss what they bought and beg for your support, but once you get caught they don’t back you in court

And you ride that track

Get you some dollars

Claim that the king of rap is Christopher Wallace

But he refers to himself as Lucifer

So he quite literally has the wickedest flows

last apostle

(click  the above photo to watch)

hip hop is DEAD

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You want to be battle rap boss

rattle facts off on how you squeeze A R’s and tech’s

tell K.R.S that Hip Hop is dead and I killed it

I stabbed it in the side to let out all the lies that its filled with

I paint protest signs of prophetic lines

which god do you pray too… reveal it

Ill gladly profess mine

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