Ay yo wat up my friends
what we are going to do is explain to you how hip hop has changed our lifes through our words…
so check it out and let our words take your soul to a place where you can be your own…

(PayDay)
The trauma in my life ascends me; it’s effected what I know
Like what I know I write it down and then I begin to flow
Ive been through a lot of shit growing up in the streets of Detroit
My friends and family hoeing them selves to the point of dangerous exploit
Not knowing what its like to walk outside without having other cats stare you down
Seeing your parents faces when a loved one has been shot and they carry a frown
Because you know they aint coming back so it makes them attack
Racism and prejudice, it doesn’t matter if your white nor black
Never judge a book by its cover when you are unsure
Shit could be as they seem or different, making it all a blur
But at times if necessary we reminisce as G’s and we come together
We take it back to the old days when you could still dream a dream together
So I lose myself in my thoughts writing my feelings into a flow
Rhyming them back to myself I realize I have to let go

(2x)
I let my eyes gaze into my life
I let my hands free to write
As my feelings take over I play the beat
Knowing hip hop has saved me from defeat

(Drastic)
What is Hip Hop?To me¦
An eternal life blessing; listen to HipHop as I escape from this infernal strife stressing ~
Theres no testing; the greatest art form that keeps my heart warm; never catch my mic resting ~
I start reckon; why Graffiti artists get locked up for reppin without a lethal weapon ~
Its a form of _expression without the use of aggression; cops should learn this lesson ~
Dont be fooled; reminisce the old school; I thought I told you; females rep this, just as cold too ~
We roll through like shopping carts; HipHop music is topping charts; this is for all you readers ~
Check the features; connect the speakers, breakers rocking Adidas imbedded sneakers, Im a pro found to teach ya ~ (lol)
Head-spins arouse up-roar from the bleachers; were just the seekers; enough props to founders and teachers ~
Preachers preach to reach; an art form that involves its own speech; we vibe when we hear a record screech ~
DJs drop break beats like shattered instrumentals; gather credentials; four types of elemental essentials ~
The fundamental of rhyming got me writing to fund my mental; each differential in its form n still growth potential ~
From a poor residential grew up under HipHops influential fables; rocking flip-flops; ladies dip-dop; kids on their feet like hopscotch when I spin turntables ~
In-fact this art enables me to turn tables into DJ sets as firm cables plug in; crowd jumpin with a ghetto wardrobe thuggin ~
Sipping on sumethin; crowds fit in to watch DJs spin in beats bumping and get MCs to spit something ~
I paint a picture; picture faders and a mixer; mix records together like an elixir fixer; in battles I scratch much quicker ~
Attach a bunch of stickers to my techniques; heads seek the music that my deck speaks ~
Even def geeks bobbin their head to the realness; check the vibe¦I know you feel this ~


(PayDay)
In this world, the pen and the pad is all we’ve got
The world couldn’t give a shit if we live or not
So I write about it all in a lyrical way
Making it easier for people like you and me to better understand it today
The world is filled with so much drama~ little kids can’t leave the house to go out and play
Drugs and razors~ all around the schools and play grounds were the crack heads lay
Not knowing when some innocent kid is going to find a pistol laying in the sand
The flash back of the murder committed by the gun through the touch of his hand
With the BLOODY TEARS of the slain soldier that lost his life that night
Bullets flying~children crying~ knowing this shit just aint right
Our life’s flash right in front of our faces~ shits changing~ gunz bustin~no ones trustin
Da government always changing there places~ evil faces~fucked up deals~that’s how I feel~you kno nuthin~poverty gushin

(2x)
I let my eyes gaze into my life
I let my hands free to write
As my feelings take over I play the beat
Knowing hip hop has saved me from defeat

Im the DJ running the crowd with my music; while MCs grab the mic and abuse it ~
Dont get it confused kid; breaking originated as self-defense so watch how u use it ~
Im on a Rhythm and Blues tip; incorporated reggae vibes to watch ladies move hips ~
What I do is; crucial to the art form; providing the beats while artists perform; crowds spin towels as if I start storms ~
A smart norm leading crowds, Im a rebel in place; scratching and tuning while equalizers fade in the treble and base ~
Ive got another tune ready to lace; as I rock steady the place; needles scratch records like a new set time in a race ~
Dont go blind by the phase; kids rhyming in ways to get deals as I make artists blow up like I was mining the place ~
Catch Techniques spinning great beats; MCs spitting more knowledge then the late Greeks ~
Where else can u find scraped cheeks on break freaks who spin on cardboard for strait weeks ~
Bent up physiques; up-rock to windmills; kids gather around in circles to see skills ~
Receive thrills in break tournaments hoping to win so I can pay these bills ~ (I did no lie)
For my crew I led wins with perfect head-spins; busted hand-glides to beats from the east to west side ~
The best tried to make heads collide in lyrical wars; kids forgot that I digest pride and spit empirical metaphors ~
At times HipHop is a steady war but Im ready for gore as I steadily rep with these 10 bars left ~
Introspect the mad intellect; express dialects with hand-signs I brought rap to def; hot to death ~
Hip hop is imbedded in me; Im the core entity that carries the head of the seed ~
No body better then me can break down this topic¦in-fact for this Im ready to bleed ~
With immaculate conceptions; I use HipHop perceptions to vividly express expressions ~
Imbedded connections; thoughts expressed through the set of conventions; this art grows like erections ~
4 sections; Ive repped ever since¦breaking this topic down like sediments ~
Check my eloquence; speak with relevance; repping HipHop and its elements ~
I speak with abstract formalities; but in reality; kids spit on this topic packed with technicalities ~
Formal abnormalities; we need to rep HipHop with commonalities and stray away from the brutal fatalities ~ (deaths of Pac, Big E, Big L, etc¦ all brutal)
thats my word...peace...


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