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ABC's 
Hard
de K'naan & Chubb Rock
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Bundle up my whole style is so cold
I glow like old guys who go bald
My flow got no 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 shifty global
More pistols, revolvers
We shootin' all that is normal
But it ain't just because we want to
We ain't got nowhere we can run to
Somebody please press the undo
only teach us the things 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 Cessna
This type brew, I gave it birth
Now it's again to give it a verse
born, not a fan of the ganja
Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia
And it goes in the background
Playa, is my sound
The green doesn't symbolize, I made it on the top
legend and they call me Mr. Rock
No B or N word, I don't need words (no)
Respect for hers
The game up, so we come with the grease
Leadin' ya right, and treatin' ya right, so peace
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 on the concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
is known by the locals
As this dude who's so fly it's global
Attitude that came outta struggle
Destitute but I make it hopeful
You real, but my real is tenfold
My real'll make 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 become 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 life on the streets
All we got is on the streets
I glow like old guys who go bald
My flow got no 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 shifty global
More pistols, revolvers
We shootin' all that is normal
But it ain't just because we want to
We ain't got nowhere we can run to
Somebody please press the undo
only teach us the things 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 Cessna
This type brew, I gave it birth
Now it's again to give it a verse
born, not a fan of the ganja
Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia
And it goes in the background
Playa, is my sound
The green doesn't symbolize, I made it on the top
legend and they call me Mr. Rock
No B or N word, I don't need words (no)
Respect for hers
The game up, so we come with the grease
Leadin' ya right, and treatin' ya right, so peace
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 on the concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
is known by the locals
As this dude who's so fly it's global
Attitude that came outta struggle
Destitute but I make it hopeful
You real, but my real is tenfold
My real'll make 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 become 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 life on the streets
All we got is on the streets
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