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Sean Brown - Hustle 2 Get It
Solitude mixtape drops June 24TH on Hot New HipHop http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/sean-brown-solitude-new-mixtape.115864.html
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Sean Brown - Hustle 2 Get It

Intro

Yo, I’m one of real ones left, a beat generational curse,
But some few ones deaf, yet I remain blessed,
Grandmother was the head of church,
Lost in a generational search for greatness,
Statements never relayed at the station,

Cold winter nights, cats and mice in rotation,
Maybe should’ve gone exec, took my father’s advice,
Stew with the rice, yeah, daily living life,
I'm talking basics, does this shit even make sense?

Circle got smaller, now just a few ones left,
War our crew, do you want death? Or are you on meth?
Chess moves in this game, not checkers,
Beat the odds, now don’t owe debtors,

Couple weeks back, I was in the diamond district,
Beat the odds: the statistics,
Sadistic thinkin’ that you assisted,
Restricted to gifts, just Christmas wishes,

I listen back to my raps, pure motivation,
Victory lap, this a fucking celebration,
Beat the odds, the scholars provided us with education,
Give praise to God, music's my occupation,

Generational curse turned to blessings all around,
Obsessive with these writtens, watch the wealth compound,
Provide for the kids, laughter to surround,
The image that I crafted, can’t be shot down,

Mastered the art, attachments on lock,
Set straight these bastards, no masquerade on the block,
This a mass parade, beat the odds like my ancestors,
Slaves to the crown, now we rebels, no stressors,

Age of deliverance, crafted images so vivid,
Doubt still creeps from the fam, they don't get it,
Diagnosed with psychosis, bipolar disorder,
But I’m givin’ out orders, fuck the doctors' border,

Do this for my unborn, my sons and my daughters,
When they hear this shit I made, proud as they oughta,
Income received, passing through hands of thieves,
But a fraction of the pie, still I’m breaking the leaves,

Action been released, celebration in the heath,
Education for the children that are trying to believe,
Just a piece from their masterpiece,
Now watch me feast, this fire won’t cease.

Yo, I’m one of real ones left, a beat generational curse,
But some few ones deaf, yet I remain blessed,
Grandmother was the head of church,
Lost in a generational search for greatness,
Statements never relayed at the station,

Cold winter nights, cats and mice in rotation,
Maybe should’ve gone exec, took my father’s advice,
Stew with the rice, yeah, daily living life,
I'm talking basics, does this shit even make sense?

Circle got smaller, now just a few ones left,
War our crew, do you want death? Or are you on meth?
Chess moves in this game, not checkers,
Beat the odds, now don’t owe debtors,

Couple weeks back, I was in the diamond district,
Beat the odds: the statistics,
Sadistic thinkin’ that you assisted,
Restricted to gifts, just Christmas wishes,

I listen back to my raps, pure motivation,
Victory lap, this a fucking celebration,
Beat the odds, the scholars provided us with education,
Give praise to God, music's my occupation,

Generational curse turned to blessings all around,
Obsessive with these writtens, watch the wealth compound,
Provide for the kids, laughter to surround,
The image that I crafted, can’t be shot down,

Mastered the art, attachments on lock,
Set straight these bastards, no masquerade on the block,
This a mass parade, beat the odds like my ancestors,
Slaves to the crown, now we rebels, no stressors,

Age of deliverance, crafted images so vivid,
Doubt still creeps from the fam, they don't get it,
Diagnosed with psychosis, bipolar disorder,
But I’m givin’ out orders, fuck the doctors' border,

Do this for my unborn, my sons and my daughters,
When they hear this shit I made, proud as they oughta,
Income received, passing through hands of thieves,
But a fraction of the pie, still I’m breaking the leaves,



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