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done near got clipped yet even tripped
out on the patio blasting the stereo
my son was inside eating his Cheerios
man that kid don't quick eating some ice cream with another lick
it seems that times like these that no one gives a shit
rap is the jungle in your mind some walking blind
hit me from behind when everything was quite fine
way back in 88 I knew my fate but yet my destiny was a little bit clouded
busting a move sure to improve the cycle of reflection
leave us secong guessing i must be confessing
why ya all stressing of my brand new invention

here is come quickly cause Johnny cum lately
reaching my destiny backed by George Foreman
for I created a rhyme that will bust a move ya show improve
Word on the streets is we got to stay clean burning the rubbers in fresh magazines
this is a brand new invention so get me at no blessed convention
should i put salt in your teeth or maybe added sugar
is it any wonder you got too much time on our hands

let the reader understand you can't keep sticking it to the man
we built this city on rap control trying to add up what's left in Death Row
clouds of funk between the satin sheets one has sprung a leak
trying to make dope rhyme to share with society
the raps are stuck in side of me living for my legacy
blast from the past now its the hour of decision

peeps in the street trying to spring a new leaf with the hip hop scene
people can break you or take you fake you or make you
got to bust a sweet beat just to make it on through
see we are tired you see in our blinded society
folks with a spoon up their nose with a rubber hose
don't you know we all want to be a wanna be gangster
with stereo or caper 
but ya'll can be what you want to be even work on that degree

blasting out tracks as sugar is sweet so sweet like honey nothing a bit phony
got your body kit Camary living in the hood you see
the peddles in the front while to true pussy's in the back
working too hard can give any man a heart attack
bullets flying but I'm still surviving paid in full and I'm not lying
fresh beats to end for never again will i have to pan handle in the alley
Cause soon & very soon I'll be going back to Cali
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