Climate

Hip Hop is dangerous, should be respected and cherished
 Keep it tucked in your pocket for the next to inherit
 Sacrifice what I write, a Martin on the terrace
 Dreams have been built and many of us perished
 No pun intended, it's a rough path to heaven
 so I studied all my lessons, earned a button with a seven
 I be a father figure, Mr James Evans
 We ain't go nowhere, we them same legends
 The climate of hip hop since done changed
 But the art and the bars will still remain
 Feel the wrath of the cane
 As it travels through your veins
 Champagne salute to those who whetered the game
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 We call it hip hop, was sent out the dark
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 We call it hip hop, was sent out the dark
 We need that gangsta music
 Don't let them filter the spirit
 Tell your favourite hype stations
 in the hood, I wanna feel it
 Support can bring a brother to tears
 Rap glaciers of ice that been melting for years
 Hip Hop is the master, evolution's constant
 and the scene compelling
 They say New York really lost it
 So we sat at the table with the top heads and bosses
 To save the Def Jams when the bosses got exhausted
 'bout to address this
 Don't let me open up the faucets
 Pass the torch, get on my grind and I endorse it
 Back from the state penn
 cooking with my apron
 Catching the jackpot
 Introduce the elder statesman
 Cats wanna deal, wanna peel back a vocalist
 I never slip slide when I ride and I open it
 Triple XL on the Dell on my poker chip
 thought process got depth for a scholarship
 Squeeze in, burn it, shotgun permits
 I buy a hoodie, I never copped German
 I used to run through life like a blind man
 But now I walk like i'm stepping on quick sand
 Bullies, get fully loaded with lead
 Jackpots, scud bottom, I'm two steps ahead
 Anticipate, don't wait, don't let the bubble drop
 I'mma hit more shots than a rookie cop
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 We call it hip hop, was sent out the dark
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 We call it hip hop, was sent out the dark
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 hip hop, was sent out the dark