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4pac - kazcanrap lyrics

2pac’s got this suburban kid talking about “thug life,”
not murderous ish, just doing what comes right
as herds are slit by the one time
but you wouldn’t of heard this on cnn or nightline
slurring a bit, must’ve been the box wine
thought the cure was innocence, might as well box blind
had blurred vision, but now i’m seeing just fine

once walked around with blurred vision
but now i’m seein’, now i’m seein…
20/20 b-tches

spurred on a mission to d-mn the divine and righteous
climb to the finest form of paradise by keeping open both of my eyelids
give hope to the dope heads and homeless
begin surrendering from violence
against your own, stabbing and stoning with background tones of sirens
while i’m relaxed at home
slung slayers as saints, straight faceless tyrants
same who enslave and k!ll for dollar’s sake are playing savior
while firing bullets in silence
its time to counteract the cataracts, incite some riots
mines through battle raps, and i’ma never keep quiet
like the cracker jack media that spits the pluses of being minus
blacks attacking every time they’re behind us
but where do you find this?
in the back of the bus
where the people are gettin’ ghetto fabulous?
or in the back of the bucks, where its in god’s name we trust?
rolling it up for cocaine and can-i-bus
casualties add up
leaving more room for development
damaging repet-tiveness
contracting its own residents
and the b-st-rds who invented this
claim capitalism and i’m guessing its-
their answer for independence
f-ck their ads and hidden messages
tv mind m-ssaging the m-sses to senselessness
elitist fat cats feeding off the streets
sending me to fiend for relief-
at the beach, parks, mountains and seas
better than bears and sharks surrounding me
sparing no shots to devour trees
spread shops, strip malls towering
spent lots lift off against the powers that be
but when will our hour be?
tick, tick, tick…uh oh
looks like the clock just struck rebellion
time to blast the motherf-ckers that shower us with greed
grab your glocks, cut the strings
allow ourselves to truly live free
let them build their own edifice, fulfill their own fantasies
but they ain’t gonna do that sh-t with any more help from me
let them build their own edifice, fulfill their own fantasies
but they can’t be doing that sh-t with anymore help from we!

2pac’s got this suburban kid talking baout “thug life,”
not murderous ish, just doing what comes right
as herds are slit by the one time
but you wouldn’t of heard this on cnn or nightline
slurring a bit, must’ve been the box wine
thought the cure was innocence, might as well box blind
had blurred vision, but now i’m seeing just fine

once walked around with blurred vision
but now i’m seein’, now i’m seein…
20/20 b-tches

- kazcanrap lyrics

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