You who call yourself a real rapper You only know how to criticize, you don't wake up to
Reality With these clothes
Imported, it's very easy to say I want to see you go over to our side No
We own the truth, but
br/>We know the streets well Our naked and raw reality What's the point of wanting
To raise awareness of half a dozen
Of idiots who only know how to criticize Wherever they call us we will sing Here
There is no bad weather and
Much less bl bl bl. So MC, give me the microphone So MC, I'll pass you the microphone. You
Look at America and its culture, you deny L.A. It's very good, but this is where the
Bitch gets Malcom br/>Too much But you have to remember that it was Zombie Who freed our
Ancestors While you
Playing Ice-T People pay with their lives here and there So don't give me that
Talk that rap is only
Your Who fell in your backyard Get out of this utopia and get real Before it's
Too late and you'll be in trouble Rap
street culture and I won't say anything else For the good connoisseur half a word
Just be Real Rappers
That there is such a thing? Stop criticizing and think about it Don't just sit around and see if
Speed u200bu200bup If you didn't understand
The world is going to change What's the point of saying it's not your fault While
Children are dying of hunger
On the streets Social inequality still continues

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