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ABC's 
Hard
by K'naan & Chubb Rock
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Bundle up my whole is so cold
I glow like old guys who go bald
My flow got no front in the vocal
Your flow got no button, it's so old
I don't mean to sound a showboat
But it's true, my persona's no joke
I stepped into some kinda portal
I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble
I'm from the most risky zone (oh)
No place is more shifty global
More pistols, Russian revolvers
We shootin' all that is normal
But it ain't just because we want to
We ain't got we can run to
Somebody please press the undo
They only teach us the that guns do
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
Rock, you know my era
B-boy seasoning, salt and pepa
Grown and sexy, come with the extra
Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna
This type brew, I gave it birth
Now it's time again to give it a verse
Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja
Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia
And it goes in the background
Playa, that is my sound
The green doesn't symbolize, I made it on the top
Pioneer legend and they call me Mr. Rock
No B word or N word, I don't words (no)
Respect for hers
The game dried up, so we with the grease
Leadin' ya right, and treatin' ya right, so peace
They don't teach us the ABC's
We on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
Superman is known by the locals
As this dude who's so fly it's global
came struggle
Destitute but I make it hopeful
You real, but my real is tenfold
My real'll yours a rental
Gangsta if at ease, essential
Fight with guns or utensils
So bold, nothing's confidential
Breakfast was not continental
And lunch could not compliment all
We still become competent souls
These streets ain't paved with no gold
Matter someone stole the light bulb
Nobody fat enough for lypo
They don't teach us to read and write, so...
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
I glow like old guys who go bald
My flow got no front in the vocal
Your flow got no button, it's so old
I don't mean to sound a showboat
But it's true, my persona's no joke
I stepped into some kinda portal
I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble
I'm from the most risky zone (oh)
No place is more shifty global
More pistols, Russian revolvers
We shootin' all that is normal
But it ain't just because we want to
We ain't got we can run to
Somebody please press the undo
They only teach us the that guns do
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
Rock, you know my era
B-boy seasoning, salt and pepa
Grown and sexy, come with the extra
Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna
This type brew, I gave it birth
Now it's time again to give it a verse
Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja
Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia
And it goes in the background
Playa, that is my sound
The green doesn't symbolize, I made it on the top
Pioneer legend and they call me Mr. Rock
No B word or N word, I don't words (no)
Respect for hers
The game dried up, so we with the grease
Leadin' ya right, and treatin' ya right, so peace
They don't teach us the ABC's
We on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
Superman is known by the locals
As this dude who's so fly it's global
came struggle
Destitute but I make it hopeful
You real, but my real is tenfold
My real'll yours a rental
Gangsta if at ease, essential
Fight with guns or utensils
So bold, nothing's confidential
Breakfast was not continental
And lunch could not compliment all
We still become competent souls
These streets ain't paved with no gold
Matter someone stole the light bulb
Nobody fat enough for lypo
They don't teach us to read and write, so...
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
They don't teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
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