Bear wit me, i havnt droped an OM literally in years. and all my OM's are more to a poetic and slow spoken tempo to explain the lenght of the lines

his brains leakin from rewriting twelve verses wit the same meaning
cause the game needs it, to release it from the plight of a caged pehonix
repetetive artist, wit hit makin schemes that follow the same sequence
hip hop's too powerful to die, but im sure that the games bleedin
incarcerated in a memory, flash backs of a golden age
pre coccaine pop culture references that outdate words on page
when ability reigned supreme over subconscience subliminal tactics
and a poetic devotion to scripture resided over criminal antics
when verses were potent enough to earn respect of a biblical standard
beef wasnt a political stunt, it was more so a lyrical mandate
our nation was open to anyone with a story, no need to meet a prerequisite
years before it wast devoured by carbon copys of dead executives...yes
we should draft a syllabus to eradicate the ignorant
let em know every snap that we hear in a track just agrivates militant
are we considering trading our rock roots for fast cars and hot shoes
we own the country, but use our power to tell them to cop boost
or the latest sean john, we're sellin our heritage for cotton
we turned R.I.P into a fashion statement, it no longer merits the forgotten
and if i swear that i myself are not apart of the problem im lying
in the same track i've threatened lives and thanked the god im defying
a cristian with agnostic views that ask you not to choose
but to make a selection on which part of hip hop you do
the hipper side, fueled by fads and many eras each year
or the ones that hops to the occasion to teach the planet of fear,
love, and other emotions to be artistically written
to properly display a gift to be linquistically given
so we can rise above the plain, and becom metaphysically lifted
or you can disolve into the flame and become part of history's blemish

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C.S.

...Is to have Served Your Faction