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Jansport, USA

from No Applause EP by Cam James x Remot

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lyrics

Yo yo yo yo, birthplace of rap son,
reppin' BX to the death, shoutouts to the niggas in Brooklyn,

Chi-Town in this piece, where all the real rap live n die nigga

You already know we got that work in the A patna


Y'all niggas ain't real hip hop
uh, ain't talmbout politics, no deep shit
no feature verse from Kweli, clips
from that speech, Malcolm gave on my block
uh, analyze my lifestyle, tell me I'm just halfway nice now
the game been fucked up, ever since the day Tupac got shot
y'all ain't got bars for real,
kinda makes that hard to feel,
real niggas been hard to kill
Illmatic had large appeal
y'all ain't touchin' a TCQ
underground, you mainstream, no auto tune, no CPU
take it back to that boom bap, beat the block I got skills b
cash rules, everything in my clan, the world gon' feel me
'cause I'm...overdue for my shine
street cred in my backpack, I got hip hop on my mind
it's mine...

Yeah, modernized my rhymes
escaped from that backpackin'
I refocused my mind
my city full of wack rappin'
I moved out, then climbed,
up, and now I got mo' fans
pullin' up, got both hands
ambition ain't frozen
watch out for yo people
they want you to stay right next door
them friendships get lethal
sellin' faith like priests do
I got no time for all these fools
father time ain't waitin'
y'all live in the past,
gettin' off on 8 track vibrations
please

New school in this bitch
pockets fat n I'm rich
my chain hang to my nutsack
in the trap house wit' them bricks
I went to college I tricked
my parents into thinkin' I cared
education n shit, now watch me bangin' these hits out
backstage, my chick, her head game on fire
man yo chick mad ugly, she in the back row of that choir
I blaze up, get higher
you know we got it, so fuck wit' me
on the top of this game, you want this crown, come get me
lehh get it

On purple drank, I'm lifted
them 808s in that Cadillac
that loud pack, we driftin'
better praise God I'm gifted
straight mastermind and my wrist is
too ice cold, can't feel my grill
candy paint on my whip it's
my stat quo, when I get the bills
we ridin' out wit yo hoe
bend bendin' corners since 99
still tippin' on four fours
what up H town, my bros
this rap shit, is my side grind
whip soda then feed streets
skyscrapers my eyeline
nigga why lie?

Homie I just got wifi
San Fran in my Jansport
Raybans on my face, my ipod bump Chance more
he's a new artist, y'all heard?
Oh y'all have? Man fuck that guy
underground til' I die, I know a rapper that's just as fly
and he went to college,
MLK on artwork, so he know he got some knowledge
doesn't wanna be famous, but he's bound to be the hottest
he's incredible, he got flow
and his beats goin' hard, I heard one tape so I know
he's bound to be the future, I'd love to take you to one of his shows
I'm friends wit' his producer, he's a big deal his name is Remot
read a couple blogs he wrote, I was in awe when he spoke
I hope they make it big, no their music ain't made for kids
it's real rap...
and y'all ain't real if y'all can feel that...

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from No Applause EP, released May 3, 2014

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