Mojo – THE BET COLLEGE CYPHER 2010 Lyrics

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[TAVI J]

Gutter, that's the way of life in the struggle
Product of not being fucken raised my mother
Fucked up because it's like she ain't ever love us
All because she ain't never hug us
And society fucks us black youth like me
You know .... and them fresh Nikes
And it's likely that this world might be
I'll just see that we sleep in the same hood nightly
No moving up for us
It's drug bust after drug bust
Wrong kid, Wrong time
He's criminal, look at his cuffs

Maybe just fucking maybe
We're the only reason that we're movin' where them graves be
It could be us as a people keeping us beneath from seeing
The dealers got it all that's why kids want to be us
It's a hussle struggle from the ground up
Without education ain't no tellin where I coulda wound up

[SIRE]

Not racist, fly like spaceships
Rap nigga's a food I feast after graces
Bleep out the basics, Reeboks and asics
Graduated from 'fucked up', I get wasted
Real life placement, placed in a matrix
Based on the life that I live
In the day spit, acapella freestyle all hotter than your song shit
Rap like spam bot as long as the bomb lit
They're never problem, there's nothin wrong with
Me killin any nigga I get on the song with

Pardon me for being blunt, I'm just being direct
I don't really deal with beef cos my mind's stripped
But if you niggas feeling froggy, get dissect
I show a nigga how to stroke with my bicep
You really want it in the field but I go hard
And this shit ain't nothin, I'm gone

[SIRE]

The goons clock in, I'm a giant gobblin
Stack cash never spent
Kid, at recess, sum of money
Self punishment still learnin no dummy
I'm passed hot and nigga I'm still burnin
I'm cool, countin down like I'm Chris Vermin
The best teacher couldn't learn him
Hey honey, uh, Relaxin with my feet up
Swiping my visa is all that I dream of

Wanna be big like C.W, Christopher Wallace' pockets
They knock ya when they knocked ya
Here's to everybody who knows my name here
Here's another tears to everybody that came here
Developed game here

To my niggas that came chill
To the niggas that can queer, nigga
Actin like I put an F where the H goes for hear nigga
Excuse me right there

[SYAS]

Take notice the present and the future's upon ya
And whack raps not in my genre
It's mo like smack rap
Sick with the battlelines

I got punch lines that'll leave the microphone with a black eye
All my bars are napalm
JKwon-Tipsy
How I leave competition falling
Bitch I'm ballin, no Spalding
Handle beef quick like the boy cooked it up on the foreman
See, my currency is enormous, Bumpty
Touch and leave your head with a nice slick gumby
They say I've got your girl running back quick, junky
Always yellin "She miss a pimp!", Bun B
But back to the spin, get money is the mission
Stay on top of the game like missionary position
Talk oldschool to you lames like jabrony
Pressure made me a diamond, you cubic zirconia

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