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Ode To Tha Slums (Julius Luciano Interlude)This is my ode to the slumsThis what I feel I owe to the slumsIm talking bout the hoes, and the drugs and the dope dealasbroke bitches, go gettas, gold diggas, broke niggas hopin for fundsThe old strippas, with four kids and no sittersThe old niggas posted at liquor storesNot knowin that O.E. wont fix a broke tickaAll that should sum it upFall back I aint done, know what, we all have to love the slumsIf we from it, I know only some have the stomachTo stomach the squalid living conditionsPlenty poor people pray for a pot to piss inBut dig it many more men'll murder for minor shitBut just listen, you dead if you stareToo long, you gone, you dare to move thereGun laws who cares, to honor emNiggas’ll shoot lead from llamasKillin any nigga within, two square kilometersNah I aint finished shitIsaac stop the beat, let me get intricateNow I don’t believe in that fiery place with SatanWhat I finna tell, you should aspire a great debate manSee really hell, is where them iron and K’s is blazinThem lions and crazy apes, just dyin to chase they prey manWhere killers dwell, see I aint buyin no crazy statementsIn twenty-twelve, the ancient Mayans say God will erase the nationWe don’t have to wait for Armageddon to comeCuz I feel like Armageddon’s the slumsNow hold up, where Im from, gotta find you a way to make itThe broke TVs with the pliers to change the stationThe old ass buildings with no fire escapesThe architects designs, implying you cant escape itThe slums, it feels like one big cul-de-sacBut I love the slums, that statement I wont retractMy ode to the slums…
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