I drifted to another place,
Slowed down to another pace,
Considered the thought of quitting the warm-up before the race,
Forgetting the fact that this wild card is not intimidated by the ace,
Forgive me for not continuing the chase,
I should of ran faster but ran out of breath,
Should of realized that there is still something left,
Part of you has died another part still resides on my sleeve or my chest,
But your remains continue to be abused by fabricated emcees using microphones, six lines and a treble clef,
I can’t quit, lets make a come back,
Take our backs off the wall and lead forward not aback,
Like needles on a record player we need to get back on track,
And focus on a new day, don’t need to backtrack,
Take a hold of the reigns and give up no slack,
Bomb on these cowards like homes in Iraq,
Raise the bar on the game like stats on NASDAQ,
I’m coming back with a better choice of diction,
To crush this dereliction with my science of non fiction,
And feed the fiends that live vicariously through our addiction,
Give them a satisfying sensation through our verbal vibrations,
And provide them knowledge of our cause to prevent our culture’s dilapidation,
So what’s the big equation?
Poetry plus Breedspeak is a giant compilation,
We acclimatize the weak to a higher concentration,
The culture’s mental retardation has us searching for elevation,
And levitate to a plane that is a cause of segregation,
Lets make a come back put it out for our people,
Were stones in an ocean but combined we make a ripple,
We can make a difference by just utilizing something so simple,
We need to strike back,
Back to back on the counter attack,
Back to the way when we stopped holding passion and desire back,
Were poets, let’s not hold it, flow it,
Like Moet when you pour it,
Lets get dope like we scored it,Lets bring it back before that moment we decided to throw in the towel but we just folded it.
Slowed down to another pace,
Considered the thought of quitting the warm-up before the race,
Forgetting the fact that this wild card is not intimidated by the ace,
Forgive me for not continuing the chase,
I should of ran faster but ran out of breath,
Should of realized that there is still something left,
Part of you has died another part still resides on my sleeve or my chest,
But your remains continue to be abused by fabricated emcees using microphones, six lines and a treble clef,
I can’t quit, lets make a come back,
Take our backs off the wall and lead forward not aback,
Like needles on a record player we need to get back on track,
And focus on a new day, don’t need to backtrack,
Take a hold of the reigns and give up no slack,
Bomb on these cowards like homes in Iraq,
Raise the bar on the game like stats on NASDAQ,
I’m coming back with a better choice of diction,
To crush this dereliction with my science of non fiction,
And feed the fiends that live vicariously through our addiction,
Give them a satisfying sensation through our verbal vibrations,
And provide them knowledge of our cause to prevent our culture’s dilapidation,
So what’s the big equation?
Poetry plus Breedspeak is a giant compilation,
We acclimatize the weak to a higher concentration,
The culture’s mental retardation has us searching for elevation,
And levitate to a plane that is a cause of segregation,
Lets make a come back put it out for our people,
Were stones in an ocean but combined we make a ripple,
We can make a difference by just utilizing something so simple,
We need to strike back,
Back to back on the counter attack,
Back to the way when we stopped holding passion and desire back,
Were poets, let’s not hold it, flow it,
Like Moet when you pour it,
Lets get dope like we scored it,Lets bring it back before that moment we decided to throw in the towel but we just folded it.
1 comment:
just reread this... its so dope. so many great lines.
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