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The Pop-Culture Vulture

Instrumental produced by Havoc

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(Chorus)

The pop-culture vulture,
Controls ya mind, and ya grind,
'Til you, become a sculpture...

(x2)

Well-cum!
To pop-culture!
Well-cum!
To your cult,

Pick your cult--
Your sculpture,
Pickin' at your brain,
Like a vulture,

Pickin' up the slack,
Where you had game,
Now, you just function,

With every twit,
Bleep, or blip,
On your iPhone,

Surprise holmez!
Guess who they got, they eye on?
You gotta know, by now,
'Bout the eye, holmez,

You gotta do or die,
That's how, you survive clones,
How can you stay alive?
Livin' someone else's life?
Now, ya mind gone,

Guess, you don't mind borin',
Guess you know what to say,
If you had to,

So who know what to say?
'Cause they glad to?

You know they play,
So, know what held you down,
Can hold you down too,

Hold you down, with a sound,
That surround you,
Protect you, inject you,
With the inner g to interject too,

In a sec, 'causin heck,
'Cause we meant to,
Mentally and physically, ready,
To cut right through...

(Chorus)

The pop-culture vulture,
Controls ya mind, and ya grind,
'Til you, become a sculpture...

(x2)

Let me tell you dudes, what I do, to protect this,
Shoot at you actors, like movie directors,
Jackin' Jay-Z, 'til Biggie' verse detected,
Jackin', 'til I'm packin' a wad, to eject it,

Take it to ya face, now ya brain, expect it,
Pre-dictive program, un-predictably hectic,
Saw Pac, get resurrected,
Thought, f--k it, my block needs a Pac too, now check it,

How they' tryin'a wreck it,
Coke-rap, is all they respected,
Now why would that be?
Check ya head kid,

Check, how ya sched,
Been, set up for you to do a bid,
Get it quick, now get the heck, out of it,

You think I'm out of it?
Out of my mind?
Not this time,
You prove I'm in yours,
Deal with it and stop crying,

Stop lyin', if you tryin' to say, the game just fine,
With, a bunch of little kids, sayin' "F--k you!" and "Mine!"

I go at each line, with a weaponized mind,
Stay reppin' my grind, for mankind,
Ya man mind?

Sorry sweetie,
But, it's about that time,
To see if your man worth stayin',
So you can state, your state of mind,

'Not sayin' I can save you,
But, I'm sayin' I'm tryin',
So, see who sayin' that to you
Without lyin',

Who sayin' what they' sayin' to you?
Or tryin' to steal the right lines,
That help them, control ya mind...

(Chorus)

The pop-culture vulture,
Controls ya mind, and ya grind,
'Til you, become a sculpture...

(x2)

Who shot ya shawty?
Man, that was naughty!
Gonna take a real man,
To put down the 40,

Gonna need a .38, or .44 shortly,
If they wanna shoot, shoot back,
That-a-boy! See,

We learned to love guns,
And, we learned to love fun,
So, put 'em both together,
See them other suckers run!

Try to shoot, I'm'a shoot back,
How the game won,
Gun, in my left hand,
Pen, in my right one,

To write, one wrong, at a time,
One time, for ya mind...

(kids break)

Hope you don't mind,
I got crime on my mind,
So get taken out,
Or take out the trash in your prime...

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Bonus: Free Coke-Rap Lyric (A dime-bag a dozen.)

Got so much blow,
It blow around in snow-drifts,
When it don't snow,
They' buggin' me at ski-lifts...

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Bonus: Incidentally, Jay-Z reminded us the U.S. government was caught dealing cocaine in "Blue Magic", so if you deal, you should at least fight for a government pension-plan for your government job! :-)

Blame Reagan, for makin' me into a monster,
Blame Oliver North, Iran-Contra,
I ran contraband, that they sponsored,
Before this rhyming stuff, we was in concert...

Also see: "Dark Alliance" by the late Gary Webb.

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