Soul - Lineage
what up.
Been sufferin' some time constraints but it's good to be back.
I'm claimin lineage my pen hemorrages
the blood of Chuck D & Common, Kane, Eminem & Big
Redman & Pun, Nas & Jay, Rakim & 'Kiss
CUbe & Puba, 'face & Benjamin Andre, MC Ren & Biz
Feelin like Rocafella, Death Row, The No Limit Click
D.I.T.C, NAtive Tongues & Wu-Tang's up in this bitch
We don't use needles or blades the pencil prick my fingertip
a drop escapes and in minutes it becomes the papers instrument
creatin sentances laden with intimate details of pain & innocence
fillin a page with frustration, insolence,rage & tenderness
whethter irate or sensetivethey made it int'restin
cus they played with synonyms, aliteration, similies,
the punches were hard worplay was intricate,
a message lost on those who fail to look into it
antagonists are just straight up dimwitted, lame & ignorant
cus rap ain't just imbecils, a gang of criminals,
criminal minded yes, but there's a major difference
in writin' real rhymes or ones made for makin women quip
we used to fight the system, nowadays we pimpin' it
& rappers don't make albums that get bootlegged or straight to internet
I remember the days of genesis when hiphop at it most
innate & primitive would invade the premesis
before major corporation business's started to rake in benjamins
leavin a greatly limited space for initiative
they demand you create an image just so the masses can obey & mimic it
& they convince you it's for your aid & benefit
and after you sold your sold you get maybe ten percent
or they do you like bow wow & leave you raped & penniless
no wonder rappers stay independent in a wayward industry
where it ain't nimbleness of min or creative penmanship
that are good career moves but sustainin injuries
and makin enemies.. or at least they think it is
I wanna go back to park jams where DJs would tinker with breaks
& spinnin hits & b-boys formed circles, doin baby spins & flips
when hiphop was a closknit brotherhood without labels or embelems
this is for those who may remember it
cus it's no easy task to attain a membership
you gotta go back to when they would remenisce (over you my god)
and ice -t won the case of censorship or at which label
puff retained a internship before makin friends with big before
the hate was simmerin til dangerous scrimmages put a fatal end to it
hiphop goes deeper than your fake bapes & timberlands
it's more than the waynes, drakes & timbalands
so if you meet a dude bumoin enta da stage or infinte
capital punishment runawayslave or genesis
illmatice, reasonable doubt, a piece of strange, the infamous
as ususal, don't forget to say hello.
one.
life is still a bitch....
but sometimes to unwind she lets me feel her tits.
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