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Yo, in the rap hood, bad words get thrown around But it's the way we express, it's the way we hold it down From the streets to the studio, we keep it real Spitting fire, dropping truth, that's just how we feel In the struggle and the hustle, we use language to survive Every curse, every verse, it's how we strive So when you hear those bad words, don't just judge Understand the pain, the anger, and the grudge We paint a picture with every line we spit Using language as a weapon, that's how we commit To telling our stories, our truths, our realities In the rap hood, bad words are our fatalities where the bad words flow Spitting fire on the mic, watch the flames grow From the streets to the stage, I'm a lyrical pro Every verse I drop, you can feel the heat, yo I don't hold back, I let the truth be told In the rap hood, bad words ain't controlled I paint a picture with my rhymes, so vivid and bold Every line I spit, it's like a story untold From the struggles of the hood to the pain we endure I use these bad words to express what's pure It's a language of the streets, a lyrical cure In the rap game, these bad words are the allure So when I step to the mic, I let my soul unfold In the rap hood, bad words are worth more than gold I speak my mind freely, my story untold In this world of rap, bad words are my stronghold
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Yo, in the rap hood, bad words get thrown around But it's the way we express, it's the way we hold it down From the streets to the studio, we keep it real Spitting fire, dropping truth, that's just how we feel In the struggle and the hustle, we use language to survive Every curse, every verse, it's how we strive So when you hear those bad words, don't just judge Understand the pain, the anger, and the grudge We paint a picture with every line we spit Using language as a weapon, that's how we commit To telling our stories, our truths, our realities In the rap hood, bad words are our fatalities where the bad words flow Spitting fire on the mic, watch the flames grow From the streets to the stage, I'm a lyrical pro Every verse I drop, you can feel the heat, yo I don't hold back, I let the truth be told In the rap hood, bad words ain't controlled I paint a picture with my rhymes, so vivid and bold Every line I spit, it's like a story untold From the struggles of the hood to the pain we endure I use these bad words to express what's pure It's a language of the streets, a lyrical cure In the rap game, these bad words are the allure So when I step to the mic, I let my soul unfold In the rap hood, bad words are worth more than gold I speak my mind freely, my story untold In this world of rap, bad words are my stronghold
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