Contempt ain't right

Contempt ain't right

Beat: Common - Thelonious/Common - Nag Champa

The industry went from politics, poetry, a precedence
To a sinful game, a residence of subliminal messages
I mean poverty spreading and we're kicking punchlines
I rather sit on my rooftop and watch the sun rise

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Travelling eaons with simple peasants and peons
Originality has demised, every rappers is a re-run
"Fuck you and your motherfucking mama" like threesomes
Celebrating American icons, in a struggle for freedumb
It's like Brooklyn is our Mekka and church of God
Harlem is a Jerusalem, and now every word is bond
Realness this and that, it's all a bible of blatant lies.
Under a naked sky (reality is just a state of mind)
My essence's reflected, between lines in my notepad
Following the rainbows path, along the railroad track
Seeing a whole culture painted in pastel on brick walls
From kids getting picked on, to rappers waiting for applause
From rebels submerging streets with the whitest powder
To every political rightist who fight the power
I'm in too deep, the day I meet defeat is the day I die
There's one way to rap, but a million ways to write
I guess I'm just another hiphop temple knight
Making an attempt to write cos today's contempt ain't right.