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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:31 am
The dream of the dead man is seen by the living/
The stream of his headline, we read and revisit/
And learn to appreciate this world while we in it/
Cuz we only get out of this one life what we give it/
The human has limits on the beauty that he witnesses/
He tries to defy this by usin these hypnotists/
Media and mania that infiltrates wit spiritless/
Intentions for souls so you can sell em for the richer shit/
The largest zirconias, mansions and mistresses/
Far from erroneous, true damage and victims wit/
Scars from cloning this fanatic envisionin/
Bars their disposin get fans to permit it in/
I’m not restrained by topics that be emulating poppin/
Off about the glamorous glitz, rather stimulatin noggins/
Building my own prototype while rappers imitatin models/
Wit records numbers for recreating innovative gossip/
I keep my lyrics tight witout financial motivation/
Spittin heart thru the vocals and letting passion tone the tapin/
Bring intensity to sound as persistence coats the anger/
Hidden diary feelings I haven’t wrote about in ages/
Flash, in the midst of reality/
The past is infinitely created housin malady/
Construction and detours come about so causally/
We actually believe we’re a product of calamity/
Society integrating manipulative debaters/
Enraging irritation too massive for ventilating/
Causin our dissipation like broken defibrillators/
Skeletons crushed, the rest froze in refrigerators/
The body of hip hop, verbal blessin in its essence/
Love for allies, respect for my contestants/
Cuz we this together to add a kick to the stepping/
So moves in this world have a bounce that’s interesting/
The messengers that grace all the prominent stages/
Are responsible for the youth’s moral engagement/
Wit environments around them, so correctly explain em/
Spiritually guide em and mentally train em/
The stream of his headline, we read and revisit/
And learn to appreciate this world while we in it/
Cuz we only get out of this one life what we give it/
The human has limits on the beauty that he witnesses/
He tries to defy this by usin these hypnotists/
Media and mania that infiltrates wit spiritless/
Intentions for souls so you can sell em for the richer shit/
The largest zirconias, mansions and mistresses/
Far from erroneous, true damage and victims wit/
Scars from cloning this fanatic envisionin/
Bars their disposin get fans to permit it in/
I’m not restrained by topics that be emulating poppin/
Off about the glamorous glitz, rather stimulatin noggins/
Building my own prototype while rappers imitatin models/
Wit records numbers for recreating innovative gossip/
I keep my lyrics tight witout financial motivation/
Spittin heart thru the vocals and letting passion tone the tapin/
Bring intensity to sound as persistence coats the anger/
Hidden diary feelings I haven’t wrote about in ages/
Flash, in the midst of reality/
The past is infinitely created housin malady/
Construction and detours come about so causally/
We actually believe we’re a product of calamity/
Society integrating manipulative debaters/
Enraging irritation too massive for ventilating/
Causin our dissipation like broken defibrillators/
Skeletons crushed, the rest froze in refrigerators/
The body of hip hop, verbal blessin in its essence/
Love for allies, respect for my contestants/
Cuz we this together to add a kick to the stepping/
So moves in this world have a bounce that’s interesting/
The messengers that grace all the prominent stages/
Are responsible for the youth’s moral engagement/
Wit environments around them, so correctly explain em/
Spiritually guide em and mentally train em/