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Mindless Self Indulgence - Kill You All in A Hip Hop Rage

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⁣Remember back in the day

When muthafuckas dealt drugs, shot Glocks, rode jeeps, had corners on lock

Wrote super dope rhymes in notebooks

Dropped
ill fuckin’ James Brown samples on a hook

Bought
dookie gold chains from the Fulton Mall and didn’t give a fuck ‘bout rappin’ on
a pop song

You may hate me for what I say but don’t forget to page me back in the day



Remember back in the day

When rap wasn’t gay and muthafuckas shot at each other all day

If
Biggie and 2Pac was alive today

They would kill you all in a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

They would kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

They would kill, kill, murder murder, dance, dance on your grave

Remember back in the day when you ran from the cops

Wilding out rolling blunts not giving a fuck

Doing business from corner pay phones

Giving shout outs to all your dead homeboys

Incarcerated rappers were all fucking famous and every ghetto was fuckin’
dangerous

Now a moment of silence for some east coast-west coast violence



Remember back in the day when rap wasn’t shit and every MC was fucking legit

If
Eazy-E was alive today he would kill you all in a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

He would kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

He would kill, kill, murder murder, dance, dance on your grave

If you
a rapper and you rap about love

Throw your hands in the air so we can shoot ya

If you a rapper and you rap about the club

Throw your hands in the air so we can abuse ya



Remember back in the day

When rap wasn’t horrible and lyrics were poetry and not fucking awful

If Ol' Dirty Bastard was alive today, he would kill you all in a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

He would kill, kill, kill, kill kill, kill, kill

In a hip hop rage

In a hip hop rage

He would kill, kill, murder murder, dance, dance on your grave

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