Stop hiding
Now a days,I have no clue what 1/2 the dudes are say’n…. Drop’n a beat and jumbl’n A bar into spaces…..that’s like a slap to the face. You’ll never spit on a mic on my stage…There’s only a few that’s still true to the woe of Rue… and that’s ruefully those who still teach the truth, Speaking thu tha speakers about how positive Hip Hop was to the youth…
These fools now are ly’n in raps about shit that’ll getcha smacked over the tiniest of things… About how to chose a color-or rob a muthafucka for the shiniest of things… and that’s when a hard working sucka will splatter some kids brains, And you’ll see some mother age b 4 ya face crying on another screen- that way one of these new Rappers can brag about what they did for tha streets… Damn you cant see, It’s really life that ‘s fleek….
Where would most people be-if Pac-Biggie- and Big L were still here?I’d like for the machine to still rage without the split that made it all disappear… I’m awake in a place where the masses slumber in fear . and thats like a drastic hazard where control abuses its authority of power over men … and man would be nothing without his rib and her sin, but since when did we ignore the struggle with-in! and influence these kids about shit we really ain’t did!?
Damn that’s like a tin can being talked to on a string for a line You’z a gossip’n plunder made from silt… you piece of shit, try’n to extinct your own kind… expand ya mind-even if you gotta smoke some kind’a Bud-buddy Whachoo talk’n bout is just breed’n masses of dummies…and them cracka’s pay’n yo check really think this shits funny… when yo chick sense my sense she’ll be my hunny…some crummy asshole’ll clap back at me cuz I aint shoot’n …you c what beef did to my generation! that’s useless…yours is stuck on chemicals and the words that keep fans deeply rooted… how we save us from the realms of all excuses -is to wow a nation out from hiding love where they’ve become reclusive.
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