Alive 'til I Die

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I'mma talk that shit. Why? Cause I'm alive 'till I die

Hands in the sky cause I'm just so high

Drink beers. Why? Cause I'm alive 'till I die

Life's too long; give the kids a couple years

Get 'em high. Why? Cause they're alive 'till they die

They're never going to live if you never let 'em try

Get 'em high. Why? Cause you always sell 'em lie

Fill up a cup with something stupid and we sip it till it's dry

Redundant and rethorical. Rhymes metephorical

Carbon and borium. Science is adorable

When humans are babies they're really just trainees

Figure out the hustle so they don't seem lazy

Crazy and desperate. Looking upset

Always let shit go 'till it turns to a mess

It's fucked up and painful. Them little things change you

Chained to the common definition of an angle

You're never going to make it. Just accept it

So you try to live a life where you don't regret shit

Moving rocks to the top of a mountain just to

Throw 'em back down. And when you get knocked down

Pull your ass back up. Life's tough, but that ain't no reason

For cheating. Fake freedom keeping them heaters tucked

In your tool-belt. If you really wanna be rough

Figure out how to squash pride. Even a punch

Can give you jail time. That's why I studied up

How to live life between the lines till Armageddon comes

If it does, scratch that verse; I will have guns

Mad Maxin' mother fuckers till [?]

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When the sun goes down and the girlies get dressed up

I'm dressed down with my homies getting messed up

Pre-game, pre-fame, so we drink shit beers

But I guarantee you're going to hear about us this year

Six white boys trying to make noise

With enough street cred. that we could sleep with toys

I'm not Mike D or [?]

But while it's safe to bet that we could be your hip-hoper

(ugh) Like my name is Frank White

My *** noise have got you saying “that's tight”

Slap a hater like my name is Bob Knight

And with a hand this big you'll be saying good night

Good night to the dicks O'Rilley and [?]

Hip-hop lives, and you'll never out shine us

Flip flop kids with the [?] and binders

Back street peeps and the d-boys like us

That's a cool group, and we're a sweet team

And if you really like us, you should join the street team

All you gotta do is send me an e-mail

With a poorly drawn picture of a naked female

And you're in

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Hip-hop is good. I'll 2Pac your hood

With “thug life” on my belly, cause I signed with Suge

Not really, but my feeling is I probably could

Cause I could serve Snoop at rapping, and at fatherhood

No disrespect meant. No dis-service done

Just nervous lips service from a disgruntled dunts

I walk through the valley of the shadow of life

Realised I gotta spit cause I'm really too nice

Hiding talent from the masses. Reclusive Marshal Mathers

Is a sin, but I'm an atheist so you can do the math

Addition of the shit, and calculus might be a bitch

If you mastered binary then you're going to be rich

Control the fucking robots, master all the pop songs

People in your pocket praying that you last long

Two thousand and eight. They've been hiding their faith

When the real deal shows up they'll hate on the fake

Hypnotized too long by the loudest hammer

The kick and the stand mesmerized like Obama

The can-speak scares peeps like Osama

Think without re-[?] we're going to get hammered

It's all intertwined, and all on the line

You can buy a used book, and still read it just fine

Politics is entertaining. The music is politics

But it's all bullshit so please don't follow it

Come on!

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