i remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh when we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues. times is hard in the slums i'm from, they got us barred in. we warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin. got the narcs sabotagin, slippin cracks in your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron. that's somethin niggaz can't pardon. city overrun by young gun with bad intention, and wu-wear garments
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krs did
without google?
Graffiti.
Break dancing.
DJing.
MCing.