I'm thinking of making this into a song. It's real long. I have parts of my body that is real long too. Like my toes. Piece is unfinished. I just keep adding onto it whenever I have a hip-hop oriented rant to rhyme.
~~~Shalom~~~

Think of America, everyone is alienated
Contemplated, economy decimated
Those opinionated, created within
We intimidated, a mutated opinion
Violence commdended, expense ascended
Inspections pretended, lies been intended
This war I speak of, aint the one in Iraq
It's the Hip-Hop we love, it's under attack
BET or MTV, nothing but bitches and hoes
Those on the radio, no emcee can flow
And the public don't know, about Public Enemy
"Pimping aint easy", what's that s'posed to mean to me?
It's reprehensible, seemingly unsensable
All this gangsta rap shit, copy cats dispensible
Critisizm gets critical, start rapping political
Yes I had my full, of rappers hypocritical
You all rapping slang, fantasy to gang bang
I'll go medieval on your ass, it aint no thang
Try and be realistic, or am I just pessimistic
A pagan ritualisticly, thoughts so mystic

Discriminate against the infinity
Eliminate the masculinity
Give your praise to the femininity
Live your days all for the divinity

No more vynal scratching, beats produced from scratch
No more skillfull rapping, It's gangsta crap
And if it is not, then it's just Eminem
Or clowns I won't mention, what's up with them?
It's no longer drastic, the fake have gone plastic
No one gets it when I'm sarcastic, streching my tolerance elastic
Too much bigotry, bigomy, and excessive mysogeny
A democracy based on the sensetive hypocracy
Ones sensitivity extends to femeninity
But it instinctivley happens to lead to negativity
Maybe my next lines truth, or maybe my mind is a wreck
But all things are born of women, treat 'em with respect
Whats it mean to me? -All this crimp
Well it seems to me that -It's all shit
I need something to fight for, something pertanet
I fight to even the score, but I dunno how to be wording it
"I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son"
Fuck is up with that?, That is just plain wrong
Guns are guns, Women are women
Don't be talking, like you soaking in sin
Guns are not people, in fact they be killing them
Don't give me that look, Don't act like you innocent
Too many thoughts- Too conventional
In my mind- I'm one of a kind
Too many hearts- Love intentional
Sounds so similiar- I'm one of a kind

Discriminate against the infinity
Eliminate the masculinity
Give your praise to the femininity
Live your days all for the divinity

Soul isolated I waited to be obliterated
I impersonated imitated something I was not
What I stated, implicated was that I had simulated
Created and originated, arbitrated something I forgot
Asphyxiated next, I annihlated and devestated
Destroyed what I cultivated, sufficated and desimated it
To be reiterated I penetrated, my soul which I mutilated
My soul was terminated all because I humiliated it
What is life-, but a dream you can complete
What is darkness-, but a way to remain discreat
What is this-? That remains to keep my mind sane
But a wish- to keep the light preordained
I try to cope with all this lack of hope
But I'm at the end of my rope
So I try not to choke within the shadows I soak
But I'm at the end of my rope

Discriminate against the infinity
Eliminate the masculinity
Give your praise to the femininity
Live your days all for the divinity

I was practicly introduced to Hip-Hop by the Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles at a young age
Skateboards, nunchucks, ninjas and shell shock
A shell of a hit, just fists, no glock to cock
But with Snoop Dogg instrumentals VS. Metallica's noise
Yet I stood there stupified but retaining my poise
Designed to scream til I lose voice and lose my mind
Defined by rhythm and soothing sounds that I find
Never have I found such beautiful sounding music
Till I heard Beethoven and I felt I had to use it
To my advantage but I could never seem to manage
My rage engaged till I got beaten, cut and bandaged
Getting in fights in school, entirely not my fault
Just the turtles that got caught as they fought
On the television teaching me how to punch the chest
Taught me never to move first so I always play black in chess
But I aint really black and my skin aint exactly white
Out of mind out of site, preppys think my afro is tight
But what in creation does that have to do with anything?
Nothing at all... cause I'm just doing my thing

~Shalom~

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Quote:

Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.