Fuck The Empire!!!! by Louie aka Zen_One

in my wake

of insomnia my mind conspires to retire the jaded corrupt commercial empire, whom simple minded individuals hail as sire. I perspire, and begin to inquire why i drain my life force on these sellouts that i aim to target and expire, they are born out of trend but not for the love of the culture. Am I a LIAR?? I aspire to inspire, to fill the void consumed by fire, an enraged, slave of the culture shadowed by the "GAME", an eclipse on a movement forced to share its name, while the pioneers of the subterranean look upon in shame, knowing that they've paved a way to lyrical, glamour garbage taking hip hop's name in vain. Will the dry spell ever finish? Will we ever again feel the rain? my passion and rage swell inside and i cant contain, restraints on our creativity they cannot maintain. i put my foot down so i can sustain... a stable position, to stand by my convictions, the bling era has hip hop in a choke hold of seduction. FUCK the industry, my lyrical sensation will change the game in moderation, my hypnotic persuasion will confuse the illusion, to implode with self inflicted retribution, my soul needs alleviation and salvation in conjunction to the damage caused by damnation with a twist of subtle inebriation. the music never changes, the sounds stays constant like syllables in alliteration. I pay a penance to fall victim to a sentence and stay true to what i speak than walk on stage draped in sequins, the pretend will all come down in a sequence, i praise all of my regiments of intelligence, who's' relevance to the culture revolves on the dignity, diversity, and the eloquence. in my speech i bring quality and substance, a cornucopia of thoughts, food for thought in abundance, my vibrant words spark the desolate night sky when i tongue their radiance, watch the elements combine and bask in their ambiance, i speak in seance to resurrect the primal force of the CAUSE that THEY seem to neglect, in retrospect, the underground of the culture is the definition of raw talent, the opposition i throw the gauntlets, and use these fake thugs as a frustration outlet, cause anyone mixing pop and hip hop gets NO respect, i don't understand that unity, to me that's humility, that's like a same sex marriage that's never meant to be, musical infidelity, that's like the code of chivalry dropping integrity and dignity, could it be that hip hop's rawness is thought of as a fallacy, you sac religious emcees are a fucking embarrassment to me, hip hop is my love not my entity, it allows me to speak in metaphors and similes, while you mimic played out gimmicks, i concoct paragraphs with assistance of pronouns, adjectives, and possibly a limerick. I have the game on lock like i pressed pause on the analog, my vernacular is spectacular embedded in my dialogue. This culture will make your nerves tingle, fused with jazzy beats and urban lingo, the movement is catchy like STDs mixed with radio jingles, it dwells in your mind, makes you think, questions start to mingle. This scroll's texture is complex but let me simplify, my fellow scribes, we need to justify, start a MUSICAL REVOLUTION, stand up and testify!!!!!!!!