| Aha, I bleed for what I believe in, you feel me?
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| Aha, Preem!
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| I bleed for the streets, I bleed for the talk
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| I bleed for soldiers lying in chalk
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| I see it from all sides so I take position
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| To have a clear aim at my opposition
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| And foil my essence, I count my blessings
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| I keep the fans bopping until their convalescence
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| When it comes to real rhymes, they say I’m the best
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| Cause when i talk to you, I say it with my chest
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| I could say it with my best, but i say it with my song
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| And all you little kitty rappers, please run along
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| I bleed for my music, I bleed for respect
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| To make sure you never forget the architects
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| You can keep your checks, pay me in cash
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| Fuck the government in the «I-R-Ass»
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| Sometimes crash, but always with class
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| Make more noise than a shotgun blast
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| I bleed for what I believe in
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| I bleed for hip hop, all day
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| I bleed for my family
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| I bleed, I bleed, hey-ey
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| I bleed for Guru, y’all know that
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| But some twisted minds want to alter the facts
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| I scratch off numbers and I alter the gat
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| And watch you tap out when you’re hitting the mat
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| How dare you question the legacy of the team
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| It’s still Gangstarr nigga, Guru and Preem
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| And Big Shug said «Sing it like Al Green»
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| I bleed for the team, Real know what I mean
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| Authentic Boston-New York sound
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| Twenty years plus, we’re still down
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| Pound on the table if you like boom-bap
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| And pound out the middle if you’re blowing the back
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| And pound on my fists if you getting them stacks
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| And pound on your chest if Preemo is still crack
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| I bleed for soul music with a hip hop twist
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| King James baby, witness this
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| Bleed
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| What’s up with new cats who’re signing paperwork
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| Put yourself in position and bleed, or get hurt
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| You know blood’s in, and blood goes out
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| If you hussle it, then shut your mouth
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| I bleed for family, I bleed for my life
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| I bleed for hip hop, and I always do it right
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| I bleed for God, and praise him dearly
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| And every time I pray, I know that he hears me
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| Some say Jesus Christ, some Allah
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| Madmen praise to almighty Jah
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| Michael Sam is not my man
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| He can do what he wants, cause he can
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| They say it’s your land, and my land
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| I bleed for the truth before I leave man
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| Mass confusion, we can’t understand
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| But someday we all get the answers, man
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| Bleed |