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Rapper Big Pooh

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I hail from Freedom Hill, on my feet I stand In what used to be Fila's and Reeboks, damn I would meet you at the weed spot, but we got grams Enough, doc couldn't detox, so need I plan To squeeze off, man, if we not fam And let 'em die forever trying to calcify my pineal gland Yeah they rap like fajitas, but chicas fan Of who's getting more play like the Eastside band, you heard? She like diction, a lot of words Non-fiction, a bad boy piston who fly the bird If he a Christian, what is this? He got the earth 93 Million miles away, Glock in her purse I got the nerve, yeah, I know I oughta serve Everybody looking for a fix if I got the work This is not a curse, chip on my collared shirt Blessed, manifest my destiny, yup, without the church Amen, whose son's making a living? Done chasing the chicken, but stash cake in the kitchen Some hated we kick it, these bums basically sickened Not a part of my body, God, too big for tripping, huh? My alibi, tell 'em I was high when you seen me Resurrect Malcolm X, raise my kundalini Genocide couldn't pry me out the black beanie Still tap the bottle of Moscato, watch the genie Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Why you two got niggas fooled? Fuck the nae-nae I'm just tryna get us us-free like Cinque Whole lot of followers, a lot less leading When y'all niggas gon' realize you can't hashtag freedom? Hashtag free my nigga when you know he did it Make us look ignant, don't air his business As a culture, now we back, where we started, all over While niggas in the club predict rain like Al Roker I'm just tryna get us on track like locomotives Touch your soul, like what's the motive? I just hope you remain focused on what the goal is God body, young Marcus Garvey, my mama said Hood's prophet, I'm hood's topic Two years later, I still got it, fuck the street cred In the '86 Cutlass bumping Jeezy Holler at ya boy if you ever need me Cause I'm gone, maybe off the liquor Or maybe in the '86 Caprice with a lift kit Either way it goes, I'm lifted While niggas iced out to the T like they Lipton Dumbing down they lyrics just to get some recognition I be in the booth like Craig Mack kicking flavor in your system Or better yet, your eardrum Fuck the metaphors, hope the truth make you listen Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah You praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter So hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah You praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter If it's to be, it's up to me, I think I figured that Most of y'all started rapping cause You heard that's where the figures at Tryna change the game like Three Six before the Oscars Knowing I'm popping and keep it going, no show stopping I'm more like Vlade in LA, you know, without the flopping Been the game, but it's all the same, still point dropping Interview with a model, hit up Lauren, get it popping It's crazy she used to stop and never stay and leave me talking Topics I'm okay with sharing now Before they didn't think about it, guess who caring now? Cause they favorite rapper been slacking, I go in and put a track in Demolish the polished flows that was keeping they fans attracting I didn't, don't speak on it, come and keep me repenting Made mistakes and now my plate look like a big pile of spinach Too strong, had to move on, the city say I'm due on Been at it for some years, we eating free without a coupon Y'all door-to-door like Groupon, been off that shit Suggest you go and get a job and try to catch up quick Dinner with Jasmine last night on some catch up shit She thinking I done changed and youngin' grown up quick, so I split Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Praise the gun then you gon' have to praise the shooter Yeah, this that joint that make your head nod Rest in peace, Big Pun, this my terror squad You don't want me on your songs, that's the fear of God I remember when they said my verses wasn't hard Now what's the motive? I'm tryna cop a Lotus Driving 'round town, wave my hand like the POTUS Fat boy, larger than life, they all notice When niggas think you on, they lining up to be your soldiers But being broke is like waking up with Folgers Turn the lights on, you watching roaches Swore I wouldn't change, spend my money on material things Me and my niggas roll tough like we started a gang Fucked a couple broads once, now they calling to hang Doe told me let 'em be if they don't call me by name Floor seats, Madison Square, just catching the game When they scared to give you props, they just call you acclaimed Fuck that!