Can’t nobody tell me ainno Hip in my Hop
I found I was respected round the world
– once i got out the block
They gave me mad space
nobody knew me, though
talkin bout “Blimey!
Julio is moody, yo!”
G-O-D lemme see what it is Moody’s know
the shit nobody ever say up in the studio
What? We tear up each one some or
we makie new the home?
Cuz how much bricks and windows could a dualie hold?
Do you think that’s your neighbor –
or do you truly know?
Where my money?
Where my baby boobies go?
This is not a movie, no –
Tell me whatcha doin’, O
Any good news?
Anything, uh – New in O’?
All I do is Hope
it is a state most beautiful
Has D.C. decided to lead us
or be rulers, tho?
I dont wanna spew insult
I hand a Cherokee a twenty,
what it do to his soul?
And me homeless –
wit a play and a movie, though.
No,
Can’t nobody tell me ainno Hip in my Hop
n them scratchies
on Mam n Pappy’s?
I think of Kristallnacht
I aint popped too much Cristal –
That shit get you angry
dat dont get U high
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