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KINGBRED lyrics : "Where's Ya Heart"

^!$$%s cross dressing rapper gangsters
And white boy words, ^!$$% you's a wanker
$#&@ the industry, they turn men into women

And women into men, or lesbians, it's a give in
More than just an image or a gimmick
When ^!$$%s like Dave Chapel cast a show and say they quitting

Entertainment straight from its true essence
Almost every ^!$$% in Hollywood is wearing dresses
So what's the message, the point I'm tryina prove

Don't cooperate with you, would just...
Pushing the shopping cart, bumped out, looking silly
Waving they guns in public screaming out they tryna kill me

And they crack kills, I said rap kills
Brain cells of the illiterate, is that real?


Old pioneers sick of the back field
Cause it's a new day and age but the fact still stands
Music ain't the same and never will be

Pac and Biggy's killers will never be found guilty
Of brought upon charges, no sentence carried out
Cause this crack is feel there's

too less ^!$$%s they gotta worry bout
It used to real gangsters and real G's
Now it's ^!$$%s like Soulja Boy and Lil B

Straight way, wipe your finger pull the trigger
And white folks ain't scared no more to saying !@$@
Now as the race is slow maybe you don't occur to it

If you ain't black, you don't have the permission to use the
word But who gives a $#&@? I guess it's all about attention


Folks just wanna be accepted,
that ain't how you ease attention
Your favorite artist's gay, or did I forget to mention

Sleeping in the same bed, mouth to mouth French kissing
You signed to one ^!$$% that's signed to another ^!$$%
That ^!$$%'s a dumb ^!$$% that follows a sucka ^!$$%

That goes both ways, but I bet you he's a Christian
In church on every Sunday, Holy ghost and amen
And Jesus died for our sins

How are people still sinning, it's ok to loose your faith
%#@!, blame it on religion,
They ain't teach you %#@! in schools,

Turning kids into fools, cause robbing out and selling dope
Nowadays is cool


Educated on the hard, call it growing on the cop
Graduate with a degree and still can't get a job
I don't even vote, cause I feel it's no hope

So if the world ends, where you think you gonna go?
Up and down or the middle, I left the high spitter
As a baby, only to return when I get old and crippled?

This is tmm televised, Humans evolving into robots, with...
I refuse to become a battery Operated in ... under the
rule of over time, your majesty Teaching practices

of sorcery and ... Evil's a man spread weapon like a plague
On the news I heard stories of ^!$$%s eating people's brain,
damn Now if that ain't some sick %#@!,

But attention spans out with some $$# and big tits
Barbie doll body showing up to every park


Cause sex sells cd's and concerts, gotta be smart
I broadcast to the contrasts, school of Hard Knox
I ain't never had a whole pass

Too many serpents creeping through the tall grass
Dose of reality, it's just a small glass
Wrong place, wrong turn, took the wrong path

Mama got a girlfriend who the kids call dad
So with all that, know where to be found
Lost in the world, if you can't swim you drown

Rappers so suspect, looking like rough necks
Chilling in the gay club, cause he a gay thug
But he claim blood, $#&@ y'all outta here

You a coward and you smell a real sour
Here, this ain't beef, this is truth


We can meet up in the streets or, keep up in the booth
Fruity $$# ^!$$%s 100 proof,
You ain't wanna go to war, you ain't got enough troops
You ^!$$%s ain't shooting, they ain't ready to die
You can't admit it to your fans that you living a lie

When you look in the mirror, what you see
You sick to your stomach, cause you sold on the green
Acting all rough rough so sucker free
You ain't a true blood, you just doped up on V
Huh, you ain't %#@! without your fanbase

You can tell a lie, ...from his handshake
You ain't hood cause you grew up in that landscape

I'ma need some more syrup for these pan cakes
Too many bars to count

Before I turn the (*##$ ^!$$%s, that's a large amount
Ah, and I'm just sick of all the whack %#@!
Garbage $$# ...hard as a match thin
No flame when the wind blows
Now where your heart, cause I don't hear no tempo

What's drive if you riding in a Pinto
Definition of a ^!$$% with a man strow
A lot of 9's on the list... put his brain on the fence.

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