[Audo]
Underground scene, were cats stay true to they values/
Never sell they soul for riches, giving up the trade is taboo/
I represent like dead pres, give it up to true lyrics/
Cats who pay homage by staying true with no gimmicks/
They speakin truth, spit massive vocab with no limits/
The words they spit is real, no changing for fake bitches/
Reverse the tape and go back to the early days of hip-hops roots/
When the seeds for a generation was planted, and came the growth of the ill truth/
Cats on the corner, breaking, cardboard pieces and boomboxes mounted/
Doing moves inhumanly possible, leaving spectators jaw-dropped and astounded/
And the taggers on the street, with empty aerosol cans laying at they feet/
Drawing graphics in they head, not art classes, their canvas is the street/
They the true artists, creating masterpieces, the streets Van Gogh/
Painting murals to commemorate the streets respected and most famed heroes/
Cats who kept it real, and never changed no matter what the circumstance/
Remember when cats would beatbox in cypher circles and get in a b-boy stance?/
But its about aesthetics, a half-ass rapper spits weak flows and gets more air time than news shows/
And consumers chomp it up like Pac-Man, gobbling dots, but the underground is tighter than corn-rows/
Nowadays kids don’t really pay attention to real lyrics, they short changed/
I’m just giving y’all my two cents, and you can keep the change/

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I speak for DJ's, taggers and B-Boys
battle rappers, not the fake, but the real McCoy's
I am the voice of the people, speakin the ill truth
cause I voice nuthin but truth when I'm blazin the booth

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It use to be aboute-word of mouth-Way before bank accounts- or street debit we lived on prop credit and cloute-
Is this a game?
cause im beginning to doubt.feeling extinct~ like im the last last m.c. to reach the brink~and flow like a water spout-Till my inside dry out- and my tongue becomes dust from my larenex doubts.
What happened?hip hop~en was aboute breaking and locken.B~BOYS B~BOPPIN-
now its about duets’ with J TIMBERLAKE….is that what’s POP~pen?.
kids don’t want the words they want beats to keep it rocken-while rappers that BUST hold for COCK BLOCKEN-from A&R’S JOCKEN-every one of our breaths im one of a few thst still rep the underground to death.. like BIGGIES’ coffen-
As a battle M.C.- I embody-vocabualary and quotable comments-the mic’s my typing paper… I vomit a thesaurus on it-
Scream fuck P DIDDY AND JERAIN DUPRI-salute MOS DEF,AND TALIB KWELI-
while I wrestle a rapper down like “1~2~3”- (black star song)
way before the craze for metaphor there were no gangs but tagen-bragen bout names in the shape of dragons sept we called it gaphen.
Addidas suits converse shoes hardly no one was sagen-AFRIKKA BAMBATTA was what we were flagen.
Compare evolution to what we evolved to makes it hard to imagine.
If we are still addicted~ to being payolithic-if anyone is real when we base desire on gimics.How you say you a lyricst when you dream to be signed by NO LIMIT?
SO WHEN I GET IN THE BOOTH-I REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE A YOUTH.I didn’t care for the DJ but for whet the lyricist produced.
Words are power,that’s why you weak m.c.’s misuse it-RAKIM killed his own but its your fault you murderen the music.
This is for those who don’t keep real but appeal with something new.
Cause music will always be real we the 1’s that keep it true

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