random lines from a random rhymebook..

random lines from a random rhymebook..

(Idé från: Nas - Book of Rhymes)

Ima hit ya up with some random lines from my rhymebook..
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.. Oh.. Here... I wrote this.. During reclaim.. yea..
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Reclaiming or desecrating the streets, whatever../
It's eternal, the battle between the sides.. forever/
Clash of the swords, rath of the poor.. It's all progress/
Some choose to fight it others don't even bother/
Same result, sit quiet or have a good beat like J-Zone/
Good, evil, right, left, black, white.. it is a grayzone/
.. True that..
.. Let's see what we got here..
... Oh, some idealism.. hey..
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You spend your life by the sideline cheering for the turtle/
But unless you trip the rabbit, you stand without a purpose/
Fuck styles, nations, I'm not a product of environment/
Never blend in, in this rhyming game with diamond and chains/
That's me! The only emcee who shakes the earth without a mic/
I saw where the improvment was needed, I was bound to write/
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.... Yeah.. Gotcha there.. Here I am, on the mic, alright..
Oh shit, these lines are old..
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I was filled up with rain with only one way to vent/
Listen friend, I've said it before and I'll say it again/
Money talks, yes but currency is just a ventriloquist/
You let the third world pay with their right to exist/
As my sympathy was stolen, my affection was given/
Don't give in, just sing along with me for the world we live in/
.. Ha.. Man I was tight even then...
.. Well that's me.. I want yall to realize, there is a difference between contradiction and just seeing things from two different perspectives...
Aight, let me hit you up with something a bit more flowish..
Hmm.. Ah, there ya go...
I grab and shacke battle rappers/
Strapped as I kamikaze their adam's apples/
I rewrite the chapter right, sending rappers to afterlives/
Smashing sandbags, bashing faghags/
Blast the gas tanks to contrast the anthrax/
Retire players! Im on higher levels/
I raise the stakes like Vampire Slayers/
Splitting atoms, turning anatomies to fragments/
Motherfucker, or the end of your parents' marriage/
The best on this site, leaving admins impressed/
These hardcore rappers are damsels in distress/
Im here to stay; I wont be-leaving like an atheist/
And you want the irony.. I really have faith in this/
Fuck Talent, my soul's blessed!/
I burn parkbenches to make your whole crew homeless.../
... hooo.. let's sum this up..
When I write its like Im calling the Devil back/
When I rhyme its like a stalling lever snaps/
When I spit it its like I pin-point Forever on tracks/ ... Yes.. That's all for now..