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Dedicate, dedicate
Uh, this one right here goes out
To my homie with the dream
Nah mean?
He said, "I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like where I be
I like to make it like the sights on TV
Quite the great life, so nice and easy"
See now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps
Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic that click
When it's pushed and a wack ass beat
That's a track that's weak, that he got last week
'Cause everybody in the stu' was like, "That's that heat"
A bass-heavy medley, with a sample from the 70s
With a screwed-up hook that went, "Stack that cheese"
Something, something, something, "Stack that cheese"
Mother, sister, cousin, "Stack that cheese"
He couldn't think of nothin', "Stack that cheese"
He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes
Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black cadillac on D's
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop, you saved me
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop, you saved my life
Reps Northside so he rocks them braids
Eleven hundred friends on his MySpace page
"Stack That Cheese" got 700 plays
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open mic champ, two weeks in a row
Ex D-boy with a B-boy flow
Glow like Leroy you should see boy go
Got a daddy servin life and a brother on the row
Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute maid got his momma workin' like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor
'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda, to
Drive up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs
Let him keep her debit card, so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on, he gonna take her to the gallery
Buy up everything but the mannequins, ya dig?
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop, you saved me
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop, you saved my life
His man called, said "Your time might be now
They played your freestyle over "Wipe me down"
They played it two times, said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while
He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen
Put on another beat and got back to the mission of
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should
Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' yay
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool
Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man, it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yessir
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop, you saved me
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop, you saved my life
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop, you saved me
One you never heard of, I
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop, you saved my life
Hip-Hop, you saved my life
Hip-Hop, you saved my life