Everyday ain’t the same, cuz….
Yesterday it reigned…..thru
While Today I Shine with De- fame
Saving feces to please me
Leaves me queasy and uneasy
Bring it new but don’t rep The Who Was
They clash like a organ accompanied by a piano
Just cuz its dummy down, don’t mean it sound proper
What used to be Pop Locking is now passed for Hip-Hop-ping
Do Tell and ya Don’t Stop Infecting minds homogenously
Origins are swept and bought and sold for credit
Not releasing until rates of demands are ever increasing
Doing it for the love, but using a glove to protect from catching on
Rubs of salt and pepper, masquerading as a seasoning
When really reppin’ preservatives, by reusing catch phrase superlatives
Thrown back to stages of airtime and screen play in couture
With the nerve to quote the saying of “Keeping It Real”
Oh really, hardly ever, ever, ever never having seen a triple beam
Weight is in gravity reacting in bringing down trousers ….and trade towers
Save me from the audacity and voracity in lengths lying propensity
Fencing me in to hole of an overused clitoris exposed and swollen
My art is being stolen and reinvented and converted into commercials
Mimic is a gimmick to gimmee money, funny how now we speak of cash cows
Changing the currency, all on the account of my peeps’ survivalist fluency
Excel I will, well, while singing about ….coming around the corner….yes I can
Kill to defend for my right to fight and party like a rock star, without a band
I plan on sipping wine from my own seller, no need to purchase overpriced spirits
Hype exists in the words performed by a poetic piece ignited at traffic lights
Calling him a jacker, but he is really a producer, off shyt I use ta own
That shyt is wack, like a bowel irregularity….
No parameters, but the reason to hijack the genre is to maintain parity
But you can’t see, as you troop through Wal-Mart doors in search of product
No Blood, No Sweat, No Fears in blending into a getting stranger World’s Collective
Don’t check this, for accuracy, cuz I got this copyright when I wrote this
Rate or Harlem Shake this, Some Will Hate this while others head scratch….
Smart heads will catch innuendos, while slow heads will yawn…..I write to ring alarms
Whether bombs obliterate or just stun….my writes are meant to annihilate….homogeny!!