Yesterday my boy got murdered over a dice game
So young, what a shame
And Tuesday a mother got raped and killed in front of her only son
didn't have a chance to run
And overseas there's a kid who's 15 strapped with a 15 who's forced to aim and squeeze
And today your favorite rapper just dropped his new album rapping about a whole bunch a' nothin'
And just sold a mill'
That's kill kill kill to all you slaves with a deal that's
more concerned about moving units than spittin' what's real
See, how I really feel is I would love to have a deal
But not at the price of my soul by sacrificing what's real
I'd rather give'em chills from these bars that I reveal
Than having labels like "Chill your consience too real, you'll never sell a mill' rappin' about what you really feel
So spark the blunt, and grab the still,
fill up your cup, try not to spill
But I'm cool off that
Cuz there's a lady from Alabama who's in tune with my tracks
Says whe found me on youtube and ever since she's been in love with my raps
The only problem is she's addicted to crack
But my music gives her faith and hope to overcome the struggles attached
Says she's goin thrugh rehab and after 6 weeks it's a rap
You see it's stories like that
That inspire me to keep movin' on
So ya'll can remain slaves I'm gettin' my Kouta Kentei on
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This for the teachers who's only job is to teach us
But instead they cripple us with the useless material they feed us
So in the hood we look up to drug dealers because they eatin'
While we starin' at these books like "How in the hell is this supposed to feed us"
C'mon, how is memorizing therums goin help me get a job
And what the heck is chemistry if my house is gettin' robbed
And how is geometry goin get my cousins off these blocks
How bout' you teach us some laws to keep us safe from these crooked cops
And then ya'll got the nerve to blame these rappers
And I agree, but you aint doin nothin' to cure the cancer
So if you ask me, I feel like everyone's to blame
Government, Media, Teachers, Preachers, Blame
Yeah, that's Kill Kill Kill
In a generation where it's the cool thing to pop pills
In a generation where it's the cool thing to aim and kill
A generation where it's the cool thing for a man to rock heels
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You can't tell us what to do no more
Fist in the sky if you ready to ride
And you can't tell us what to do no more
We came to take over we ain't takin' no sides
And you can't tell us what to do no more
Throw your fist in the sky if you ready to ride
And you can't tell us what to do no more
We came to take over we ain't takin' no sides
So throw your fist up *Bang
No longer waitin' for change
We ain't waitn' around for no handouts
We takin' over this game
(Indistinct)
So I don't need no extra baggage it's just me and the clique that I bring
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