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Hip-hop is a Punitive Community

I thought we all were for Unity

Not even Ol' Skool Heads are

granted Diplomatic Immunity


What I thought was fresh I find molded

I'm stressed and blind-folded

I'm blessed (and) signed yet scolded

Hold it! All of a sudden I'm reproached,

blamed and discredited

I read a magazine fold-out

sayin' I sold out with the swearwords edited

Letting it get to ya

is the worst thing you could do

following your heart and staying hunble being the 1st thing you should do

All in all it comes down to droppin'

one-on-one on Battle-breaks

Anytime Two-tongues!

I love skinning rattle-snakes!

It's all moo-moo after all the sound that brainless cattle makes Can't touch me!

If you ride hard remember that the Saddle shakes and You may fall off the

Horse any given moment 'cos Some of us are unsure and Some of us are Showmen

find the means, behind the Scenes

explore every omen to realize Rome wasn't built in a day you don't have to be

a briton


Why's an MC an immediate sell-out

when he earns a mark?

everything turns to dark

that little doggie learns to bark

all that hate really burns a mark

sudden faith turns

the Shark into the Hunted

Living dead giving head to the Undead

We should've learned fables about turned tables a total of 10 concerned

labels

that weren't able to offer me

whats righteously mine

this reduced the total to - let's see

nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three

now, I don't drive a BMW I drive a BMG

so, let the Versatile curse a while

In verse of Style I nurse my rhyme

Never giving an MC a ten, if he earns a nine

with a rhymestyle worse than mine

maybe he learns in time

that to be able to be

nominating for dominating

one has to burn a mic

You're aimless! Not blameless!

You're thoughtless! Not flawless! Nor faultless! You're hypocritical, lame!

My Political Aim is Critical Acclaim

there's a fine line between True Name,

Pure Game and Analytical Fame

it's all the same

there's always some lad asking

"are you a Comrade or a Scumbag?"

reading a Drummag with this dumb ad:

AN MPC MP3 MC for MTV

levaes an empty feel

now you're about to sign

an unusually tempting deal

Do you kneel down

or do you take the wheel?

Do you steal sounds

or do you break the Seal of Originality?

in actuality unprecedented versatility meets harmonic stability and real

talent

but the saddest part is that

how many Groupies gave him oral

determines if he goes down

immortal or im morale


Colasnortinghashorgamepills

You're an up-and-coming MC

sporting cash-for-fame-Skills

I don't even have to tell you

that Aspartame kills the same ills made you pay bills and consolidate your

outstanding debts

before the love and overstanding gets stuck

in between the Zero Tolerance Officer and the Harm Reduction Cop

Realize the Bottomline:

You suck like a Suction cup perfect size, plasticine and used on a regular

basis

You've reached a frozen moment,

your 2nd consecutive stasis

You're thirsty looking at the sand around you no sign of an Oasis

You're running back and forth in Labyrinths and running back and forth in

Mazes

nothing changes

it never seizes to amaze me

I actually vouched for the Wrong Guy

I thought I retained the Balance

with my weak and my strong eye

it took a long while -

I'll find closure in this song

I'll pass to you

in a bonafide Bong Style 

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