Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
- Nas
That the sick rhyme that "made you look"
Turn the page you a slave in a rhyme book
Tic toc the clock strikes another day
Sellin rocks aint the way to go get paid
Just cause "Life's a bitch" you can get by
Then you die so that is why you get high
A-Z another story shines spoken from heart
A spoken work of art "smokin" from the start
I be rappin this analogy of Nas into rhythms
Freedom to prison, shits a fucked up system
"One Mic" is all you need to send the message
Spittin feelings was a dude from Queensbridge
"Destroy and rebuilds" a resurrection of affection
Religiously spittin a collection of real questions
I give the poetic flow and that "aint hard to tell"
Many rappers are pathetic know Hip hops gone to hell
Money over art, shit they just a fucked up auction
They filled with exhaustion overwhelmed of caution
They afraid their careers will burn away like "Ether"
Succumb to fear sufferin from the lyrical seizure
Real rappers always "represent" the culture's base
These actors in rap were never there in the first place
"Nothing lasts forever" so exceed beyond measures
Stroll down " memory lane" through lifes pleasures
No pressure or bad times cause "the world is yours"
There is nothin ever the emperor of all assures
"Every ghetto" seems violent so "ya got ya self a gun"
That self destructs leavin many "black zombies" done
"Rewind" back in time where there was segregation
Now its a tolerance but not yet any reparations
Life is vital, vulnerables praise things like the bible
Lookin for true idols, walks across the "streets disciple"
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