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You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth Oh you mad 'cause I'm stylin' on you "I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?" "And what'd you do with it?" You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh) You niggas losing it I coulda' did it for the mainstream (uh, uh) Nah, I wasn't cool with it Truthfully, I never thought I'd rap like Common Sense But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since The hood is moving different than you envisioned Consumerism's the new religion There's fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing On a foolish mission What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison "Who would listen?" No time to listen to dudes who spittin', while music's missing Just booze and women, your jewels are drippin But you was trippin', because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom You stupid, ludicrous, nigga You's a victim (Amen) Letras de cancionesWe lost souls, put that on the bible Sell us some Jordan's We'll be ignoring distorting on what's important Even though there's been a war on the poor Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles Me and your survival was more than vital They say my people are like Jelly Beans Wait! Because nobody like the black ones Unless it's our culture, then they like everything Wait! "I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?" You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth You gon' get a lotta' people mad, you speakin' lotta' truth Oh you mad 'cause I'm stylin' on you Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?" If it ain't Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it's me You only acting tough 'cause you sniffing coke and sippin' Hennessy I click triggers re-lentlessly I kill rich niggas instantly While I'm here I'm fucking all your little bitches All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black" I'm like Nas, I'm about the check My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX I'm about the deposits like I'm in debt, 'cept I'm not in debt I move in silence and I don't move inside it, unless I'm protected like contracepts I'm a Contra-vet Thought you got me my [?] was wet God just wept I'm the flyest yet I'm disguised as Ness Your brides is [?], but your [?] I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect Yes! I confess I don't rap for checks I rap to kill rappers and for my respect I shall let this nine go pyrotech' Lies gon' catch up and guys get lied to rest I confess, shit don't go right, then I go left We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette's I'm on yo' head! Like berets I'ma show up where you did your show last That's gon' be yo' ass I don't get you there, I come to yo' ave I don't get you there, I come to yo' lab Show up frontin' like I'm drunk with the MO-AB I'm a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya'll the beginners bro If I'm starving you know I target your dinner bowl I'm a part of an augmented envision in God's image Part of a team that brings all the women When I'm stepping wherever, they got to check the weather When I'm summoning, summer bring autumn winters I'm too up to understand what under means Anytime I'm coming it's humbling to all contenders Male or female, we can bet your budget I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn't in this bitch being the best who does it?" That's easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it From Letras Mania