i rap to change minds, boast, and express political concepts/
not a style magazine when i say im lyrically complex/
some rap to get a large check/
either on the side of their nikes or in a bank wit a large net//
if u rap to get crunk, hyphy, or off the chain/
then EmCee's ya missin link to spark ya brain/
like mental pyrotechnics explodin thoughts in vain/
random unconscious actions leavin artists slain/
as blood staind in fabric a title in rappin is hard to Gain/
some flow to go from rap to riches or say they grab some bitches/
but forget they like the Wright Brothers....they started plain//
some to be on top of the charts/
like hospital secretaries wit a positive start/
some rap and they fall off the mark/
still tryin to hold up their fame like a column and arch//
then u got ticker tape rappers who get the message across/
rappers who'll auction Aretha Franklin to prove respect has a cost/
ones who drip nice cuts call em clumsy wit a saw/
but when freestylin it's more than their wrists that turn into frost//
if ur feelins are locked up i rap to put a key in ya/
open u up not leavin u shot up just come to speak to ya/
and expose what makes no sense like braille in movie theaters//
some rap to get groupies seein them/
then some rap lyrics wit no character and somehow movies feature them//
i don't get some shit and to do u is all i can ask for/
leavin the question of really what do u rap for//