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^please educate the masses...hook up his albums .
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order friesInspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyesI'm the truth, across the table from corporate liesImmortilized by the realness I bring to itIf revolution had a movie I'd be theme musicMy music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to itMy life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through itThrough my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to itI'd be lying if I said I didn't want millionsMore than money saved, I wanna save childrenDealing with alcoholism and afrocentricityA complex man drawn off of simplicityReality is frisking meThis industry will make you lose intensityThe Common Sense in me remembers the basementI'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit
Somedays I take the L to gel with the real worldGot on at 87th, stopped by this little girlShe recited raps, I forgot where they was fromIn 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cumI start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affectedHow many dead folks this art resurrectedHow many nations this culture connectedWho am I to judge one's perspective?Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relatingIf I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hatingI just want to innovate and stimulate mindsTravel the world and penetrate the timesEscape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdomRaps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'emFor now I appreciate this moment in timeBall players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like
Canibus on Beast from the East Track was by the Lost BoyzHis verse is just
A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamousyou heard of usofficial Queensbridge murderersthe Mobb comes equipped with warfare, bewareof my crime family who got nuff shots to sharefor all of those who wanna profile and poserock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your noseboneyou all alone in these streets, cousinevery man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'and keep them shook crews runnin'like they supposed tothey come around but they never come close toI can see it inside your faceyou're in the wrong placecowards like you just get they're whole body laced upwith bullet holes and suchspeak the wrong words man and you will get touchedyou can put your whole army against my team andI guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'your simple words just don't move meyou're minor, we're majoryou all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playerdon't make me have to call your name outyour crew is featherweightmy gunshots'll make you levitateI'm only nineteen but my mind is oldand when the things get for real my warm heart turns coldanother nigga deceased, another story gets toldit ain't nothin' reallyhey, yo dun spark the Phillieso I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggaswhy they still alive I don't know, go figuremeanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundationif I die I couldn't choose a better locationwhen the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensationgetting closer to God in a tight situationnow, take these words home and think it throughor the next rhyme I write might be about youMobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II
Quote from: Mac 10 on December 27, 2005, 07:21:22 AMA great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamousyou heard of usofficial Queensbridge murderersthe Mobb comes equipped with warfare, bewareof my crime family who got nuff shots to sharefor all of those who wanna profile and poserock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your noseboneyou all alone in these streets, cousinevery man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'and keep them shook crews runnin'like they supposed tothey come around but they never come close toI can see it inside your faceyou're in the wrong placecowards like you just get they're whole body laced upwith bullet holes and suchspeak the wrong words man and you will get touchedyou can put your whole army against my team andI guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'your simple words just don't move meyou're minor, we're majoryou all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playerdon't make me have to call your name outyour crew is featherweightmy gunshots'll make you levitateI'm only nineteen but my mind is oldand when the things get for real my warm heart turns coldanother nigga deceased, another story gets toldit ain't nothin' reallyhey, yo dun spark the Phillieso I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggaswhy they still alive I don't know, go figuremeanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundationif I die I couldn't choose a better locationwhen the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensationgetting closer to God in a tight situationnow, take these words home and think it throughor the next rhyme I write might be about youMobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt IIRIP Prodigy