Soul - Lineage [Including the last line]
What up.
Reread the post and realized I'd missed the last line.
So I reposted.
Don't forget to say hello.
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 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
where are the park jams where DJs would tinker with breaks
& spinnin hits til 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 bumpin enta da stage or infinte
capital punishment runawayslave or genesis
illmatic, reasonable doubt, a piece of strange, the infamous
blueprint then just know they my kinsmens bitch!
it's good to be back.
one.
life is still a bitch....
but sometimes to unwind she lets me feel her tits.
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