The culture chords and lyrics - UNIVERSAL PRODUCTION MUSIC

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[Verse 1]
[Am]This all I'm saying man.
Y talking about hip -hop
in a state of emergency from the outside.
Bill O 'Reilly.
It ain't from the outside,
it's from the inside.
You know what I'm saying?
That's all I'm saying.
So we need to get it back on
the inside.
It's the inside coming out.
If we don't fix ourself inside,
how we gon' fix the outside,
man?
Look how they looking at us, dawg.
When it's all said and done,
and when it's over and
the game's not fun,
how would we do it when
the game got guns?
Glots for 16 shots,
Enough hoes to make
some doughnuts jealous
If you're not dead,
you're a juvenile felon
Not a felon, face split like a watermelon
And there ain't no tellin'
how far we'll go
Hip -hop not the same,
man, don't you know?
It's gotta get you thang, a big beef thang
A big gang bang,
stop when you die thang
When things gon' change,
I'm just a mortician
See more rappers die than
I care to mention
Everything in their heart that
they bled on paper
Everything that they start
that's gone like bakers
I'm confused by the thought
that the game paid the cost
White lie, we ain't here to die,
don't act surprised
Nobody grows up to get all rolled up
Body bags piled high while the babies cry
How many more soldiers
gon' be willing to die?
Let's face the facts,
we just try to get by
Gettin' by for some of
us is gettin' high
Gettin' by for some of us is takin' lives
How many more of us gon'
be slippin' by?
Funerals packed out,
baby mama cracked out
Preacher can't eulogize
without tellin' lies
And I hope I survive,
hip -hop keeps callin'
I wonder if I'm replacing
the next dude fallin'
Pockets gone with Biggie,
I hope they found rest
I wanna rap, but not with a Kevlar vest
And I stay stressed out
Gunshots blast out emergency crews
But here comes the ambulance
Hold up, dawg, it might be for you
Like I'm sayin',
though, man I'm not sayin'
I got all the answers
I'm the remedy,
or I'm the cure to hip -hop
But all I'm sayin' is I got
somethin'
that's gon' heal the wounds
That's all
That's all I'm sayin'
When it's all said and done
I wanna run like DMC, son
Stay on top, be a Jam Master J
and chill with pops,
read 66 books and feel the breeze,
pass the legacy on to a million seeds
I got a little chapter,
but I'm not the author,
but we all more the hip -hops,
founding fathers
And I'm screaming to the top of my lungs,
something's gotta be done,
or there's gonna be a funeral spun
Who you think gon' take
the blame for the name
that we all claim, that God is here,
it's the same
And we all got beef,
bottom of the food chain,
we cannibals, all we do is eat emcees
Now you're clogged up
with hatred in your arteries
So pardon me while I try your brand new diet
I drink this shake in this car,
keep quiet, don't agree?
That's okay,
I'm that prince that skipped that ride
to die another day
And I'm all about the love
of it and getting paid
Music my way out,
your bullets is played out
And if you don't like the message,
don't talk to me
Till you realize that any of the
emcees won't be
Able to write a hook, able to spit a verse
Able to rock a show and still go to church
And I wish above all
that these words get through
To the core of hip -hop till it touches you
And I'm not leaving the game
till I splash a ripple
And we nurse the new school
on a healthy nipple
And we take all the lames
to wax and cripples
And teach them the game
ain't made for simples
My whole life is God, hip -hop, and Christ
My whole life is white and spittin' tight
And there's a whole new breed of MC
Just wait, who's sleep now gon'
wake up and shake up great
And as my voice walks off this track
Look in the future and realize
that these words is talking back
And I dropped it anonymously
to every MC
Past, present, and whoever gon' be