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Unlock ya locks and keep ya keys
The Pac in me got me thinkin' deeply
I got to shock
MC's wit my philosophies'
Cause I think very deeply
Where I come from where you sweat ya pen up
Young gun representer from the epicenter
The microphone fienin' for a microphone
Before he knew what a microphone mean
Wit them four pounds and they soundin' them off
And them slugs get them thugs and the ground get the chalk
N***az hearts is dissolvin' involved in
What Fara
Khan and Jim
Brown couldn't solve
I'ma tell you what
I know what
I knowIt's them boyz in the hood it's always hard
You come talkin' that trash they'll pull ya card
Who would have known that the boy growin' up playin' them cards
Will soon know the music he wrote it was so true
Who could raise me after
I been amazed by
DreAnd N W
A and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free
I will believe
It ain't nothin' shady in the aftermath
Perhaps when you unwrappin' the plastic
You respect whatever you hear and ya styles is growin'
Them guys is clonin' them pioneers
Rappers wanna be classic like they
Clef Pras and
WarrenI'ma tell you what
I know what
I knowElvis was a hero to most but he never meant s**t to me
It's statements like that made me gauge white black hate
To make me say
I like when they fight back they
Me and rap
I vent myself
Leanin' back not knowin' that
I meant myself
A lesson comin' fast you dudes better catch it
Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past
And hold that
I'm spillin' these cold raps'
Cause I am a throwback you feelin' the soldier
And keep tryin' to keep up wit the kind of guy
That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over
I'ma tell you what
I know what
I knowOh my
God I destroy cities like the
BlobGoin' from city to city seein' who
I can robGoin' from makin' them poems up in my garage
Then goin' on major tours wit me and my squad
Goin' from listenin' to
Reggie to meeting him
Wit my palms sweaty to him telling me
I'm deadly
Goin' from likin' to spray the club after a night
That didn't go my way to plug a writin' for
DreYou d**n right
I was raised the amazin' handwritin'
On the same page that you can't type on
So I black out the usual same way
The old fashion rap 'til it's no lights on
I'ma tell you what
I know what
I know
