Poor Righteous Teachers
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Culture freestyles

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Culture freestyles

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Ayo, bust it right yo. We ain't made a record

In three years. And for some strange reason

It still sound like niggas just puffing blunts

Drinking 40's, running up in the studio

And just saying the first shit that come out they head. Yo. Hahaha

My selectah

My selectah

My collector

My collector

My selectah

My selectah

Yo, yo

Booming din bim ba I came to riff

Shoot my gift, but I don't' have to puff on any spliff

Just the raw talent, you know my shit is gallant

When I tight walk you know I never lose my balance

On the microphone I be freezing kids dome

Like ah, al capone you best to left me alone

Cause wise said you'll be caught in a funeral home

I got the type of style and you know I come from

Straight from the land of t

Is the capability

To wreck the microphone and be a raw mc

Now many brother think they can rip, then follow me

But they can't and I say that they ain't

Cause I

Only went to the first grade I'm brave

Direct the microphone like a runaway slave

They used to call me dave but now they call me culture

I grab the microphone then I grab a freaking boulder

Off your freaking shoulder while the rhythms getting older

Just like I told ya

I'm from south dakota

I used to live and climb on the hills and wash my cloths on a rock

And now all I do is disc jock

I gotta see the crowd jumping

I gotta see the crowd jumping

I gotta see the motherfuckers pumping

Cause if they ain't doing that I feel my shit is wack

So, I must attack

Yo I must attack

So ah, wise intel' please help me

Cause I'm about to slip down a hole and totally lose control

That's why they say, hey hey hey hey hey hey

Hey, hey, hey what's going on?

What the fuck is going on?

What's going on?

What the fuck is going on?

(Come with the lyrics)

I'm just like speedy

I'm greedy with my whole type graffiti

I rap for the needy

I got to get the meaty

Chunks in my soup so I can make a phat loop

Buy my rims...

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