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Hip Hop Is Dead
"Black Republican" lyrics

	[Jay-Z: talking] I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the muthafuckin' lights down Esco watup? [Nas: talking] What up homie [Jay-Z: talking] I mean This is what you expected ain't it? Let's Go Uh Uh [repeated] Turn the music up in the headphones Yah, that's perfect You gotta take your time by making a nigga wait on this muthafucka Niggaz is mad and shit like Niggaz usually start rapping after 4 bars goin in I could start dancin on this muthafucka Yah [Nas: talking] Yah [Jay-Z:] I feel like a black republican,money i got comin in Can't turn my back on the hood, i got love for em Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in em Prolly in the back of the hood, like fuck it then Hovering over the oven, we were like brothers then Though you were nothing another then the son of ma momma's friend We had governin', who would have thought the love would end Like ice cold albums, all good things Grab a dope, sing the same song that all hoods sing It was all would bring, all could could bring We would bicker like the other fools,but talk good game Never imagine all of the diaster that one could bring Good friend you should blame the game, I could Its kill or be killed, my good I reframe Forever be in debt that's never a good thing The pressure of success can put a good strain But a friend you call best, but yes it could bring Out of the worst in every person, even the good saint Though we were cursed, the shit ain't tha same When you cook cane at the age of sixteen Then you mix things like cars, jewelries, and this thing Jealously, ego and pride and this brings All into the head, like a coin, chang ching The route of all evil strike again, this could sting Now the team got beat between the post and the point This puts the ring in jeopardy I feel like a black republican,money i got comin in Can't turn my back on the hood, i got love for em Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in em Prolly in the back of the hood, like fuck it then [Nas:] I feel like black militant, taking over the government Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love em Can't clean up my act up for good, too much thug in em Prolly in the back of the hood, like fuck it then I'm back in the hood, everyone's like "Hey Nas" Blowin on purple, reflecting on they lives Couple of fat cats, couple of A I's Dreamin' on fly shit, instead of the great skies They bring 5's, hate Nas, wishin i bring guys [?], the niggaz sing "why?" Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jailtime Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs Standing on the roof of my building, I'm feeling the whirlwind of beef I inhale in, just like an acrobat, ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire Sippin on [?], bulletproof undermere Could be the forces of darkness are against hood angels of good, that forms street politics Makes a sweet honest kid turn to legal for commerce, to get his feet out of them Converse I feel like a black republican,money i got comin in Can't turn my back on the hood, i got love for em Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in em Prolly in the back of the hood, like fuck it then I feel like black militant, taking over the government Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love em Can't clean up my act up for good, too much thug in em Prolly in the back of the hood, like fuck it then

Hip Hop Is Dead

"Black Republican" lyrics