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Head High
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Niggaz I'd hold down all day everyday. Or niggaz i'd take wit me if i recieved fame and acclaim: Jonah aka K Dash Magz aka Karma Dion aka Arsenix Tamba Jordan aka Vendetta Jerry aka Velz Shane aka Syck Syllablez My nigs that produce Trex n' Sway I would Definately put in the word for the entire Black Ice camp. Theres alot more but eh, i jus ill add later.
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Peak #5,965
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CRiSiS
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SiCc CiPhER Raw Regime
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February 02, 2006
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Head High Verse 1: Hannibal aka CRiSiS Brownstones I cant +occupy+ ...Penthouse suites I cant +Stop thru, by+--// 5th ave- I cant +Shop, do I+ despair?, Nah if I *DO SIGH, who cares*// ...Started rap late, I *BLEW MY career* Given up on the game, but I *DO TRY to share*// My Visions, and if you could see *THRU Mines, You'd tear* cuz da gritty streets in a *CRUDE Minds' too clear*// to +Ignore or distort+--/ (PLUS) all my life, I been livin +Poor as you thought+ and tha ghetto is like a +morgue, a new corpse+// --*daily*, SHIT, i hope my wits dont *fail me* its like im *frail, see*, I dont +move "weight"+- dont *scale "keys"*// I dont +choose "cake"+, my *sales be* strikkly musik, cuz im clean wit it-- but im livin jus enuff for the city... i havent seen digits// [[Hook ]] I keep my head high, thats how i got's to live bred in bed-stuy, jus two blocks from big Verse 2: Hannibal aka CRiSiS So Im a hustla, reared not to far from where BIG aired --his +first shit+, when his lips first dispersed +verses+// Bed-stuy +unearthed it+, a few *prodigal emcees* Who's here to change the game?, a *lotta you meant me*// *A lot of you sent me*/ +feedback+, like you +need rap+ to bring da +glee back+, not only crack and +weed acts+// cuz that makes our +seeds apt+/ to be *cold, shallow* prone to *throw hollows*, emulatin' their *role models*// on the path to success, the *road swallows* --+our youth+, white america dont like the +style of our group+// +our loot+, tho doesnt *stay in our hood* Livin' jus enuff for the city, *day-to-day in our hood*// But why are we quik to cop sum new kicks and when it comes to our future, we dont wanna accrue shyt//
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