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dip - the wonder years.
Join Date: Jul 2003
Location: maryland - the middle ground.
Posts: 84
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the grandest scheme - parts 1 & 2.
hiphop.
tried to hold on as long as i could ...
cried because you and i were so mis-understood,
one and the same, w/ nothing to blame for our actions,
under the pain, only remains restrained compassion,
a couple masked men, tortured and caned the fetus,
i shuttered, asked when, your carcass remained between us,
they stripped your dignity and pride, but left me w/ mine,
ripped sore misery from my side, but i crept re-aligned,
knowing the cuts you took, were for me in essence,
so i mastered my art, shook the shadows as presence,
the mic in my fist, remained adjoined in the palm,
and despite all of this, i changed, avoiding the calm,
my hatred insisted on victory, influenced visually,
facing the enemy devoid of money, hoes + •••elry,
common sense w/ black thought, only a struggle arised,
medusas gaze i had caught, her troubled slithering eyes,
thought i would turn to stone, nouns + verbs worded through lyrics,
with my microphone i shone, to avoid scaly spirits,
garnered help from kool herc, la rock + krs one,
un-tangled the web that this she-devil had spun,
looked down, heard a voice before its last dying breath,
sound had won another war, took more vast rhyming steps ...
towards the future we feen, unseen dreams REMAIN dreams,
we've been nurtured its seems, born into the grandest schemes ...
[part 2]
i need freedom, cuz the chains enslave my speech,
ain't hard to reach, just freak the beat unique,
add life to this artform, speak up and demand ...
hiphop remains pasturized within the wrong hands,
plus the bullshits off-kilter and the illest get filtered,
a poisionous mixture, missys writing our scriptures,
and she dont get the bigger picture, shes just the smaller portion,
look at the garbled garbage our laziness forced-in,
can't have joy without pain, sunshine and no rain,
seasons change, hearts abstain + feel the same,
whos the dark horse to lead us through the cleaner pasture ?,
not them INC bastards or pre-pubescent rappers,
underachievers, over-actors, play they part without passion,
i might be over-reacting, where would you be without rapping ?,
past the point of no return, but our souls still yearn,
for understanding of the culture, we let our bridges burn,
heat is on dog ... but im into more grander things,
s'like the tables have turned, replaced with dimes + rings,
glamour and glitz, the fabric that fits, are shiny suits,
but if the shoe fits ...
... wear adidas.
RIP JMJ.
hiphop lives on.
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