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The Night Hip Hop died I remember the BOOM and the BOX That dropped my Heart Caused It to Stop The Beat! Scared to Repeat   That moment
  Dear Hip Hop and Rap and other types of music that were traps for what I thought was a good beat but ended up being everything but that. don't want it to end Then realize, in those eyes, what you See is pretend And you believed you were friends Till she leaves you again You beg and plead, and say she's all You need
The blood flooded from your vain caused your brain to ich in pain My flow cause a murder scene in my bloody dream The diss caused a conflict in my switch pit Slick Rick was the king of the king pin Flow caused the Earth to spin in million blows Co
What is black?   Is black the color of the dark? Is black the color of my hair?
If America was great We wouldn't close up all our gates because that walls not meant for peace the foundations full of fear and hate the world can't relate they look at us with disgrace it's 2017
Jacob RoadHouse Hodge
Reminding me of a quiet strom, Feeling like a young mob deep where is alchemist, Remembering the lox feeling like a young Jadakiss, Needing the money power and respect, Kluster fucking women like I’m a young tech,
Its like my mind fell off a plane into needle tips 
Is that boy from Canton putting soul in his sentences?
I think you and me could make it But I'm not sure if our hearts can take it So i'm in the studio writing my feelings down Trying not to drown In my emotions
Cupid's never been mistaken  Until now Our love is forsaken Think we should take our final bows These curtains won't be drawn again
I am the child born on a late Winter evening. I am the woman you never desire leaving. I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries. I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
I write when I'm sad, I write when I mad, I write when the sun shines, or pouring cats and dogs outside. I write when I have something to say, or nothing at all.
The bustle of people, yeah classes are starting again.
Nikes on when i touch down, Cuz ik she like to run rounds, I aint playin wit, i aint playin in it, straight up Even brought shots just case u tryna lay up, Stay up fa da night, we gon get it in like u like
  I'm a small rebel,female with many levels,
Double C-M-G not very many people ever heard about me What? You wanna be like me take ya work ethic multiply it by three see how I'm feeling this beat? Remember laughing when I was struggling huh?
40 acres and a mule  How bout 40 million and some fame  slaves to old white men's rule and it's such a shame  from the NBA NFL MLB to the rap and hip hop music industry
I know you didn't think that I was just gon let you slide, Let all the stuff that you saying just walk by, And slap me in ma face, Na,  you caught ma eye, Not in a good way,
If you a female rapper than I'm talking to you  Listen I ain't gotta yell at you or curse at you to get your attention, All I gotta do is show you my passion,
  I met this guy when I was around 15, he was way older than me, old school..  But it was cool, cause he was soulful, Soul to soul, Me and him, We just clicked,
its a world hidden behind the appearance of intertwind shinanigans and crime i aplogize i didnt mean to rhyme   see its not just fun and games to get their names 
Rap is My Boyfriend I’ve gotten into a relationship with the wrong type of guy Because when I was dating R&B or pop, my self-esteem was so high R&B’s words were so soft and sentimental
Imma liar, but I'm honest. Someone you don't wanna spar with Sometimes my anger drives me, And I just can't shake the harness Mark's a literary marksman,  words always hit their target
Am I a role model? / A question I ask myself/ A past life of blunts and bottles/ New life, new thoughts, new self/ Pondering what goals in life are mine/ Is this me or someone else/
I’m a human being I make mistakes; make risks to take I determine my life, prevent results, regulate my fate You can give advice But it’s my life. Don’t theorize a comprise
I believe that if you work, you should do something you love. Follow your passion, take action, and elevate yourself above that everyday grind. Elevate yourself above that average state of mind.
When I reach for the pen and paper, and begin to write/ Do I write about what’s right or mainstream it to tight/ One brings fame while the other brings respect/ I guess the only way to impress is to show intellect/
Disclaimer: Genocide only occurs nearby the main river For all to see I did not slaughter, I was simply assisting. Ethnic cleansing of myself and people
Ok, So We know what hip-hop is, but we really get it? Its more than trying put on an act and performing a skit. You have rappers nowadays that make no sense, trying go on the attack without any defense.
It hurts to see the table empty with no foodAnd my little brother walking around with some fucked up shoes
      Competition in this generation marks the determination of H.I.P.H.O.P We will be those who carry insanity
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast waysand she was missing her fatherMissing a love that could only be giving by a manBut instead she grabbed the hands of many
Music and me have something going Music and me are far too knowing We together, one controlling Right now it’s me. Music has given me the right of way.   When I first listened to hip hop
  To most, I am a statistic. A product of a generation raised by absent fathers. Fathers who chose to forget their daughters and leave their sons to disrespect their sisters and mothers.
It used to be a medium Black culture could disseminate Preaching bout the muzzle, the struggle, and the abundant hate Always keepin the guard up in case the police might show up
Asha Neeman grew up in the suburbs of the big city, Always making others laugh, She was so witty. A great athlete and a straight “A” student, Every boy wanted to be with her, But hated her prudence.
Storytellers, true storytellers Talking about real life, their life Not a dream or fantasy Demanding positive social change Using their fame To improve the lives of others
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now in truth I know I'm only 16 so I have years and years to progress into a dream, you see all these stars are gettin old their times almost up so get to stepping old-timers and back the hell up, make way for this generation.
now in truth I know I'm only 16 so I have years and years to progress into a dream, you see all these stars are gettin old their times almost up so get to stepping old-timers and back the hell up, make way for this generation.
You've never seen me wear my tears. You've never seen me consumed in fear. You'll never understand what you haven't been through, it's just that clear.
Hate litters the street tripping cause the feats are too large packing people in clubs like clown cars traveling far on an illusive high trying to get by, leading to windows down
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