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We need NOT to adapt to the sound of the clap
Please, listen to the line and rhyme of the rap
The rhythmic incredible syllable show
Listen carefully to the words, and not just the beat and crap!
Take your fingers and snap
This isn’t doo whap
Doo whop
Hip Hop is no longer on top
It collapsed quite many years ago
When people got used to the sound of the beat
And not the content of the flow
Listen to Dre’s beats
On the Eminem Show
Just so you know
I ain’t about to paint
Anything ugly against any artist to taint
Their character or even their level of skill
They do what they do just to pay the next bill
I admit it
I believe to lyrics not many are committed
And why do they have to?
When they have a strong marketing team
To offer them cream and a big mansion, that’s their dream!
Hip Hop was designed
To open the world mind of crime
To those who, world wide were subliminally blind
Stuck & confined
To not getting their intellect refined
So some learned to slowly merge and combine
A testy beat with a little bit of content in rhyme
Then it was slowly diluted, watered down, to nothing but materialism
But that’s what you get when the entity controlling it is capitalism
Hip Hop was taken from the streets with a lie from the man
Offering them success and a portfolio plan
Little did the artist really fully understand
That by signing the dotted line
They just sold their soul
To this modern day Roman Empire Land
I guess we need to learn to much better adapt
To the historical sounds from which came rap
Not talking about slinging cocaine and then clapping gats
Cause back in the real days of Hip Hop
That would be considered whack!
Hip Hop was transformed by the very people who stole it
They stole it by feeding lies to the artist
Who originally were the ones to hold it
The truth unfolded
You’ve been scolded
Too many artists took their souls and quickly sold it
For a little bit of change and not the visual kind
The kind that encourages them to become blind
Spending their money on houses, rims, and cars
Not investing in their future
To discuss their ring shine
Is surely a sign of the end times
When people prefer to not have truth enter their mind
But choose to go purchase lies
Lies with beats
No longer lying in a way that’s discreet
Spitting the lies so nice and neat
Making you clap your hands and tap your feet
People too interested in having street cred
Instead
Of having intellectual empowerment placed in their head
They go buy and listen on people shooting others dead
Seeing the floor turn so crimson red
These days
Don’t matter if you’re bald or have dreds
As long as finances make your listeners into dancers
Talking 'bout crystal
Like meth and pistols
Smoking up cess don’t get me impressed
Instead to hear lyrics of need for an outside source of relief gets me depressed!
But whatever
Whatever you truly think is clever
Go become some Old G gun slanger
Or some celebrity apprentice flying into an airport hangar
Gangbanger
This is just me showing my disgust with this insane, worldly vane plane
Rotating songs to brainwash us into liking the crap to control our brain
Once our psychology is controlled then so are we
Then you truly become a slave to the music industry
But more than not
I’m going to be cursed at
Verbal hatred dispersed at me to stop
But this is one thing that I just can’t sit back and complain
Thus I speak my mind in more than just a digital domain
And so here I remain
Speaking in way that’s crazy sane
Not demented
Not verbally fermented
To get you drunk with lies to control your thoughts
Make you feel all puffed and tough
To try to influence your mind and talk of the fights you fought
I make it a must to discuss human lust
And how the planet as a whole is about to bust
Not just spiritually but literally
Our outside appearance says a lot of what’s going on inside
And we speak of so much death
Because inside we died!
We lost our sense of pride
To stand tall and provide
Seems like people would rather listen to gattling’s
Than to hear of the reconfiguration of panther pride
I try my personal best to not coincide
With any other rapper, lyricist, or writer who is alive or died
I’d rather be me for that’s the best person I could be
Although I would probably be a good tyrant see?!
But that’s just not me
So let me be who I be
And let me speak the things I say
If you don’t like it then get out my way
For everyone in PV I sincerely do pray
That each of ya’ll be blessed to see yet another day
It’s been a good day
For me in its own damn way
I gotta end this now
‘Cause I have nothing left to say
So I’ll just throw the mic down and walk away!
SkTzO
