Hip Hop

[Verse]

Hip-Hop, hundred dollar bills

Why you fuckin' with me though, (Me) me

Like there's some shit to see, yo (Nah)

Today ain't the day to get Deebo'd (Get outta here)

RIP though, I'm on the way to the freak show

Learned to see through the evils

Learned it from Reasonable Doubt when I was a teen, yo (I was a teen, yo)

Ya'll stay livin' in fetal positions

Feeble evil witches will get ya, make a meal with ya

Is it real, the scripture, see or feel

See it for real once you can feel the picture

In trouble though, as the world turns my stubble grows

It seems that the world burns and the puddles grow

Pour a quart of brew in every corridor I stumble towards

For the one that made the mask more famous than Russell Crowe

More muscle, ever seen him tussle, watch the rubble flow

Bring me back when I was younger, yo

Things were more subtle you know

Although the heat can leave you busted in your head for your bubble coat

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