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Federal Moguls

Federal Moguls is a musical artist known for their mix of hip-hop, rock, and electronic music. They are particularly recognized for their energetic and eclectic style, incorporating diverse elements into their productions. The group has a unique ability to blend different genres, creating catchy and dynamic tracks that appeal to a wide range of listeners. Their music often features bold beats, catchy melodies, and powerful lyrics, making them stand out in the industry. more »

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Someone else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Before my pen drained sparked a membrane Before the first couplet of my worst quad train Before I saw Soul Train or heard of Coltrain I used to own multi -sided dice for role -playing And my mom would pull intensive raids to check my book bag for offensive tapes Had to hollow out a hole in the back of my dresser set Just to hide the doggy style and predator cassettes She wasn't looking for the condoms or the cigarettes She didn't think I'd drink or ever want to stick it yet But rap music, sophomore, ex -safi Angry, violent, downright pornographic Is rap got sicker?

Moms got stricter? I scratched off parental advisory stickers I had high speed dubbing, wasn't knowing off the purchase Couldn't let my tapes rock in my room I was nervous, so instead threw headphones When I was in bed, I would listen Eyes closed, covers over my head But now she sees the picture, I finally convinced her She doesn't sweat nothin', now her son's growin' rich He's a registered voter, playing tennis and poker Always layin' in the sun with a whiskey and soda I never got asked, someone's payin' the taxes I've forgotten what the difference between a meal and a snack is Growin' up in my house, hip -hop caught a bad rap No one else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Walkin' to school, I was always late With my walkman in backpack I was afraid to borrow my friend's tapes Cause my moms wouldn't give them back It wasn't my moms, it was more like my pops Used to break my NWA tapes to make me watch Used to sneak behind his back, jeez how difficult was that Especially when he trashed my whole collection, it was sad He hated that I listened to it, never cared to hear it He would wait until I'd slip up and ground me for a year It was a whole new sound, I'd say around 83 The message, five minutes of funk, suck of MCs It was Saturday night, and rappers delight It was the real rock, sayin' in the glamorous light It turned the lower waistlines and khakis with a crease When he see this tray, Tray's day released And all he play the party's black sheep in the jeets Pete Rock knocked the boxes while they were hoppin' in the streets And me, well see, I'm an impressionable teen A white middle class asshole with a dream Growin' up in my house, hip -hop caught a bad rap No one else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Walkin' to school, I was always late with my walkman in backpack I was afraid to borrow my friend's tapes Cause my moms wouldn't give them back Justin, throw that fuckin' shit down My pants?

I said right fuckin' now, I'ma kick your ass That was my daddy nine -six when I started to spit Always mad as shit, said I actin' black as shit Tried to keep it a secret, put my B's on headphones Sometimes stereo when nobody was on See my pop was in racist in the sense of violence He just thought us Sicilians should stick with bloodliners That kind of clothes mindin' this divided us for years He was always in my ear, but my mom's never kid She told me, if you happy, sun go with the flow You only get one life, whatever floats your boat But every other day, daddy owes at my throne Throw my clothes on the lawn in the cold with no coat I was like, f*ck you, I gotta give from God If you can't change your ways, just kiss your son going To make a long story short of when, on and on To my black girlfriend, almost out of no one Now he's on some guilt shit, there was no more anger I quote his exact words on the day in November How could I hate someone for the color they skin Who bleeds like I bleach, sin like I sin And the tear drips softly as he turned to me in grinning Said, you're my only son, I hope the girl that she lives Live your life, J Growing up in my house, hip hop caught a bad rap No one else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Walking to school, I was always late with my walkman in backpack I was afraid to borrow my friend's tapes cause my mom's wouldn't give them back Growing up in my house, hip hop caught a bad rap No one else in my house wanted to hear that kind of crap Walking to school, I was always late with my walkman in backpack I was afraid to borrow my friend's tapes cause my mom's wouldn't give them back

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