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letra de don't know - j.hurt

watts prophets excerpt: “f-ck you and you too”

[chorus]

i said f-ck y’all don’t know sh-t me
f-ck y’all, fck y’all

pen to the paper burn tracks like these n-ggas burn trees
f-ck all y’all fck all y’all

y’all f-ck n-ggas don’t know sh-t about me

spit on my name, throw dirt, still coming out clean
f-ck y’all f-ck y’all

f-ck y’all, y’all don’t know sh-t about me
young dena kid, all i got is a diploma and dream
that’s debt and a scheme

y’all f-ck n-ggas don’t know sh-t about me
from the land of lost souls, lost kids, lost roads, lost dreams

what path will i lead?

[ j.hurt verse 1 ]

my cup runneth , flow over flow
if i ghost wrote , i would be the holy ghost
f-ck the false prophets and they mosh pits, posh whips
making false profit like they pure but they toxic
toxins, boxed in, ima stand out
started from the bottom, how the f-ck we getting handouts?
one side was slaves, and the other side was conquered
hence hurtado , i’m a product of this monster
f-ck your blog, f-ck your post, f-ck your sponsors
f-ck your instagram, f-ck your twitter, f-ck your concert
this a concerted effort i’m sever y’all
break the chains, call me what i want, but i’m never y’all
i’m the truth
so gon head, grab a glock, load shoot
what i drop from the booth
out last any life span
so throw your shots , throw your spite man
you can’t k!ll like my mic can

[chorus]

[j.hurt verse 2]

this the new epidemic this the new crack
what i make? i’m a chemist , i’m a new jack
so throw salt on the room, cuz crew wack
sleep on us, you sleep on the 211s like its 2 jacks
better crack the code b-tch
flow like ice in your colon that’s some cold sh-t
could’ve been a dealer on the corner doing cold sh-t
went a different route became a lonar back in 06′
you don’t know sh-t about me
f-ck the system lockin up every kid around me
obscenity, the clarity, we in the round 3
that’s regression my n-gga, see all this sin around me
slave to the corporates
make a poor kid wanna forfeit
sell his soul for the quick fortunes
and get locked in a fortress
i’m speaking for the people that society aborted
these forces

[chorus]

[j.hurt verse 3]

b-tch you don’t know sh-t about sh-t talking sh-t
fall back
this the real
that’s a fact
all these people talking talk
behind my back
know sh-t about jack
210 and beyond, like 2 jacks
2 11th cards played
steal the game like hacks
get the monkey up off my back
this is more than just rap

- j hurt

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