Big Rube Intro

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, y'all ready know what it is

[Verse: Big Rube]
Hip-hop has been thrown into a chaotic spin
The worst miss become a myth, we can't let ignorance win
Niggas talking about us over when it's badly begun
Yet, some live by the mic, yet many die by the gun
Might as well be in the mob the way the cops profiling
How many other artforms associated with violence?
We call it shoot, we make dope, but not in a literal sense
(?) get her ass, cuz the folks (???)
Been divided, nearly conquered, it's gotta stop or they win
They think we jokes cuz they enslaved us with the stroke of a pen
Just for a little bit of money that's so easy to spend
We spread lies and feed the hatred as been seeded within
But being poor is no excuse for having nuts on your chin
We should be standing strong and proud, but cats nowadays rather bend, to get broken
Remember when we rocked them black madalions?
Now it's sex, drugs, and death that didn't take them many albums
On top of that, we grew originality off of a cliff
Not far behind it when the realness, all that's left is the gift
I'm using (?) to sick and resurrect the dead
There's more to being a true MC than tattoos, leggers, and dreads
Fuck nigga, bring hip hop back

[Outro: Big Rube]
It's Big Rube
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Shout out to The Architect, let's do something constructive