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Become Cool

from WHAT'S IN THE BAG? by Al Tamper

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So please tell me why these monkey motherfuckers spend a lifetime yapping about the dirt they did?/ how to cook it and sell it and where they're rolling and stole it and even telling where the fuck they hid/ and of course they was rolling in a four door old school Lac with the four-four strapped/ oh right he woke up in a new bugatti with the hotty ridding shotty with a shotty lapped/ spent a grip on some J's and a hat ("spent a grip on some J's and hat? c'mon man fuck that!")/ can't even take you serious wearing that ("are you really, really wearing that...you wearing that")/ these niggas is itching to keep it what they're calling real but really they make it easy for another nigga kill/ particular hobbies really need with the tuck and conseal, better hope that it's satirical/ niggaz bluff in a deal take a chill pill they be real with the steel/ no one gives a fuck if you will, the pigs and the gangs take aim in the Ill/ you basically just told on yourself "dude, you told on your motherfucking self"/no you snitched on your crew and yourself "on your whole damned crew and your motherfucking self"/ all up in the video displaying what you're toting telling everybody in the world it's murder that she wrote/ so you lied when you talk about them things that you wrote or you're dying just to show how you bang, on that note/ when did it become cool to be tricking and snitching on what you do? And when did it become to cool to dumb it down and act retarded? Because in don't remember.

HOOK: robots in the industry/ have no feeling of this misery/ it's a great ball of stress what's the rest that can follow/ have us all falling dead the streets

So apparently all the cool kids is talking about is getting dome, strip clubs and a pill with a cup that lean, promethazine, sell a brick to the fiends, pulling chrome, more niggas getting killed/ and it wouldn't be finished unless we talk about the grip on your feet and the rental you got sitting on the street then we watching you drinking while you making it rain up in the club throwing all your money to our feet/ when you run of dough then of course you was hitting the bar to cuff a freak take her back to a suite, give a fuck if she's strange she's about to bring a friend and some Hen and we're all up under a sheet/ so by your definition that means you're a ho, don't be tripping about your feelings for these bitches but you still defined yourself as a ho.../so you're telling me at the corner of American dream-dome get yourself a trap you'll be making some cream, son, teach your girl to cook it she be whipping them pies though, if everybody's trapping where're you making a million?/ imaginary millions finna hit up the club though, make some good investments, finna buy used some bottles, throw some dough at bitches like we winning the lotto, all you're really doing is paying some models/ this shit is killing me seriously if we're swimming did we all just lose our fucking goggles? They're paying people to tell them garbage is dope, these cats straight up lost their marbles/ when did not become cool to be useless and stupid in what you do? And when did it become cool to just straight up dumb shit down? Because in don't remember.

HOOK: robots in the industry/ have no feeling of this misery/ it's a great ball of stress what's the rest that can follow/ have us all falling dead the streets

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from WHAT'S IN THE BAG?, released October 1, 2015

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Al Tamper Chicago, Illinois

Al Tamper is a well rounded artist. Tamper followed his calling to hip hop as a young bboy with a knack for making sure his name was in as many nooks and crannies of the city as possible. Tamper made himself a resident loiterer at his local independent record label and music production studio.This introduced an influence of a plethora of great practitioners and stars of the DJ and emcee world. ... more

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