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I'm falling up flights of stairs,. Scraping myself from the sidewalk,. Jumping from rivers to bridges,. Drowning in pure air.. . Hip hop is lying on the side of the road,.
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Ain't from the streets of Compton.. Ain't from no prison yard.. Ain't got no guns or weapons.. Hell, nigga, I ain't hard.. I'd rather help than fight you..
Grippo
I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking. They found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn. I left a list of instructions, an MPC and a mic, my sci-fi library, and utensils to write. Right or wrong, I think hip hop is where it belongs. Where it comes from is one, but, son, we wrote them songs. It was a ploy. Got fools tied up with mechanized toys. We are beings of breath, beyond the beings of boys. Now, you can break all you wanna. Scratch all you wanna. Graff all you wanna. Laugh all you wanna. But I want to show you what the stars are made of. I want to show you the stars. So substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it's yours..
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